Love Thy Enemy

CHAPTER 27: Wicked









It was late when Hermione and Lucius apparated into the main hall at the entrance of their home. None of the lamps were lit and the only light was what little came through the large arched windows flanking the front door. Lucius laid his cane atop the round table sitting in the center of the foyer and began tugging off his gloves while his wife glared at him.





“What has you in such a tizzy?” He asked, knowing full well he was not going to get to bed without an argument.





“You.” She snapped. “Am I to be confronted with one of your whores every time I go out in public with you? First that dreadful woman at the opera, then the little waitress who would have been all too happy to spoon feed you should you have asked, and now the wicked witch of the west?”





“That is not my fault and you can not lay the blame on me. It’s not as though I invited them into our home or even invited them to speak to me in public.” He tossed the gloves onto the table and watched his wife as she bent over and fumbled with her shoe. “What are you doing?”





“I can’t get the stupid little ankle strap unbuckled.” She grouched, anxious to get the painful shoes off after so many hours on her feet. Lucius went down on one knee and lifted her foot onto his thigh. “Just how many of your playthings will be at the ball?” Lucius unfastened the tiny buckle and pulled off her shoe. “Maybe a few.” He said, reaching for the other foot and undoing the other miniscule buckle.





“A few? As in two, three?” Hermione slapped his hand when he reached under skirt. “Oh no you don’t, you man whore.” She stepped back from him. “You don’t get to touch until you start being honest with me.”



“I am honest with you.” Lucius smiled as he removed his cloak. “For the most part.”





“Then how many of the women coming to the ball have graced your bed?” She asked with her arms crossed over her chest.



“Not that it is any of your business but only one, you. I never brought those women to my house.” He said, reaching for the fastening of her cape and removing it, draping both over the table for the servants to put away later. “But I suppose it depends on if I still do business with their fathers, or their husbands.”





“Their husbands!” Instantly Hermione and Lucius found themselves slammed together. “Ouch, that one hurt.”





“You really have a short temper, love.” Lucius said, looking down at her. Hermione stomped his foot in a childish, petulant gesture but it was ineffective in her stocking feet. “Are you quite finished?”





“No! How could you sleep with married women?” She asked.





“Do you really want details?” He asked, his brows raised.





“No, but I shouldn’t be surprised at your lack of morals.” She said. “So then I suppose you would have no problem with me taking lovers if the ministry were to release the spell?” She regretted the taunting comment the moment it slipped past her lips. Lucius gripped her chin and held her face still as he looked down into her face. Even in the darkened hall she could see his gray eyes practically glowing.





“Make no mistake. I would have a very big problem with it. And the man who even dared to think of touching you would find himself on the receiving end of an unforgivable.” He said roughly.





“Then I expect the same from you, should the ministry ever take pity on us.” She snapped, her hands resting on his lower back just barely above his rear.





“What, you don’t think we can break the enchantment on our own?” He asked sarcastically.





“That would require us to fall in love, Lucius. I can barely stand you half the time. The closest thing I feel to love when we are together is when we are in bed.” She blushed slightly as she said it. Lucius gave her a low chuckle.





“Now that is a joy to hear. I would hate to think you hated me completely in such intimate moments. But not to worry, even if I could I doubt I would want anyone but you, at least at the moment. I find your innocence refreshing.” He leaned in and kissed her ear.





“And when I am no longer so innocent?” She asked, sliding her hands down to cup his firm backside.





“Well, that would be because I have trained you to be my personal little sex toy now wouldn’t it?” He asked arrogantly. Hermione pinched his left cheek, hard. “Ouch! You little hellcat, you aren’t supposed to be able to harm me.”





“It was a token of my affections, minute as they are.” She replied.





“So then if I decided to show my affections by turning you over my knee and paddling your pert little bottom, then that would be fine?” He asked, one brow arched high, a slight smile on his sensual lips.





“You wouldn’t?” Her eyes widened. Lucius slid his hand over her bum in a gentle caress before delivering a slight swat to the resilient flesh. “Oh!” She jumped, her hips pressing closer to his, feeling the increasing arousal beneath the fly of his trousers.





“I would, and I would enjoy it far more than you can imagine.” He whispered, brushing his lips over her cheeks. “I enjoyed watching you put Catrina in her place, it was almost Slytherin of you, and I have to admit that I find that to be rather arousing.”





“You would.” She said softly, closing her eyes and falling under his spell as his lips whispered over her face. “You are the type of man who would enjoy a good catfight aren’t you?”





“I don’t know, I wouldn’t want to take the chance of seeing you injured. But I like it when you get possessive.” He nibbled along the side of her neck.





“I’m not possessive, I just found her behavior rude……gosh Lucius, you do like using your teeth on me don’t you?” She moaned softly.





“You are possessive, you put special emphasis on MY HUSBAND when you spoke to her, meaning you intend to have me all to yourself.” He bit into her earlobe gently. “And yes, you are so damned edible I can’t seem to resist.” He whispered.





“You seem to take longer and longer to release the spell, Lucius. Do you like having me at your mercy so you can toy with me?” She asked, letting her head fall back so he could nibble along the front of her throat.





“Would you let me have you at my mercy to toy with you otherwise?” He asked, trailing his tongue from the base of her neck up and over her chin, licking her lips softly.





“I think I’m at your mercy every time you touch me.” She whispered, parting her lips and letting his tongue inside so she could suck gently on the invading appendage.





“Now I like the sound of that.” He kissed her fully then, his lips opening over hers as his tongue swept back inside to duel with hers.





“Are you two always like this?” Hermione and Lucius leapt apart and stared at the portrait of Draco hanging there in the great hall.





“Draco! I didn’t realize you would be stopping in at such a late hour.” Lucius said, slightly embarrassed. “How long have you been there?”





“Since I sensed someone near the painting. You were….busy.” The portrait smiled.





“You might have said something. Hello, perhaps?” Lucius frowned at his son.





“You really are fascinating to watch. Do you always fight and snog at the same time?” He asked.





“Oh Draco, some things are just none of your business.” Hermione laughed, smiling at him. “You shouldn’t have been watching anyhow you little peeper.”





“Father put me here with the assurance that I wouldn’t see anything I shouldn’t, so it’s your fault really.” He laughed. “But as fun as this has been I might like it if you could have duplicate paintings done so I can move from room to room to watch the fireworks.”





“While I would love to have you in every room son, I don’t think its practical…all things considered.” Lucius tilted his head in Hermione’s direction.





“Hey, don’t blame it on me; you are the one who landed us under the desk.” Her eyes widened and she slapped her hand over her mouth in mortification. Draco was roaring with laughter while Lucius just smiled.





“UNDER the desk? Oh that’s funny….I’m going to go now before you two decide the stairs look comfy enough for sport. Goodnight.” With a last laugh Draco’s portrait went still.





“Well, I’m going to have to remember that my son’s portrait hangs in here now.” Lucius said, pulling Hermione back in his arms. “So, where were we before that interruption?”





“Right about here, I think.” Hermione threaded her fingers through his hair and tugged his head down to hers, kissing him soundly.



“Mmmm, want to join me upstairs for a shower?” He asked, continuing to peck her lips lightly with his.





“Just to shower?” Her arousal was reflected clearly in her eyes and Lucius couldn’t fight the little tug in stomach that he got when began to think about caring for his wife.





“Come with me and find out.” He bent low and tossed her over his shoulder. Hermione screamed in surprise, grabbing onto the back of his clothes in fear.





“Lucius, you devil, put me down before you drop me!” Lucius just laughed and began to climb the stairs, two at a time with his wife draped over his shoulder.





“Nope, you accused me of being lazy didn’t you? So I’m getting some exercise.” He gave her bottom a hard swat. “And stop wiggling or I will drop you.”





Hermione stilled immediately, not wanting to end up dropped onto her head on the hard floor. She was at a good angle to admire his rather incredible ass however, so it could be worse.



Lucius carried her into their room and straight into the lavish bathroom where he sat her on the counter. She was particularly fond of the sunken tub and obscenely decadent shower. Tiled in some sort of black stone, it had a low bench along the back and shower heads coming from every side at all angles. Lucius set the shower running and came stalking back towards her.





“Now, to the best part.” He said, sliding his hand up her thigh beneath her skirt. He unfastened the little sheath in which she carried her wand and after removing her wand he tossed it aside. “Divesto!” He cast the unclothing charm on them both and smiled down at his little witch sitting on the counter in all her glory wearing nothing but the set of pearls he had given her. “That is a very good look for you.” He said, fingering the little beads around her neck.





“You are wicked.” She said, shaking her head.





“I never claimed I wasn’t.” He took her hands and backed slowly towards the shower, pulling her with him. He opened the glass door and pulled her into the steamy warmth of the cubicle.





Hermione loved to see Lucius naked, any woman would. He was a work of art. So tall, smooth and defined. A man his age shouldn’t look so damned good, but she was glad he did.



Lucius didn’t hesitate to lather his hands in a mint scented soap that tingled when he stroked it over her skin. He delighted in applying the stimulating suds liberally to her nipples and between her thighs, the tingling sensation bringing her to a quick and powerful point of arousal.





“What is in that soap? It’s not what we have in here normally.” She said, lathering her own hands and sliding them over his shoulders and chest.





“Special blend, designed to get the blood flowing.” He whispered against her ear as he slid his fingers between the cheeks of her bottom, stroking the tight little rosette hidden there. “Don’t pull away, just feel for a moment.” She jerked a the foreign and unexpected touch, whimpering softly when the tip of his finger pressed inside and the tingling sensation of the soap began to stimulate her there as well.



Hermione slid her soapy hands lower and grasped him tight in her fists; hand over hand as she began stroking him. Her suds slick grasp allowed her to twist slightly as she stroked. Lucius was panting heavily as the tingling sensation went to work on his own, swollen sex. He reached down fro her hands and pulled them from their delightful play on his cock.



With his fingers wrapped tight around her wrists he pushed her back against the tiles and pulled her arms above her head.





“Grab the shower head, and hold on.” He said hoarsely. He guided her hands around the metal fixture, tightening her fingers around it. He cupped her ass in his hands and lifted her, guiding her legs to lock around his waist. He used one hand to guide the tip of his erection into her hot, slick entrance and pushed inside her smoothly. “God woman you feel so damned good.”





He began to thrust in and out of her, his hips digging up into her again and again. Her back slapped against the tiles as he took her fast and hard against the shower wall. The combination of the soaps effect and Lucius’s masterful stroking within her had her climaxing almost immediately. Her cries echoed within the tiled cubicle, her white knuckled grip on the shower head almost painful as she convulsed around him again and again.



She had not time to recover; Lucius withdrew quickly and pulled her over to the bench.



“Bend over and put our hands on the seat.” He said hotly.





“Lucius what are you…” He put his hand on the back of her neck and pushed her down.





“Don’t talk, I wont hurt you….just do it.” He said, sliding his hands over her ass as she did as he told her. “That’s better, relax.” He kicked her feet apart a little more and stepped forward, his cock in his hand still slick with her cream as he pressed the tip against her tight back entrance.



“Lucius!” She cried out in shock mixed with a little fear in her voice.





“I said not to talk.” He gave her wet bottom a slight smack. And Hermione went silent, her eyes wide and mouth agape as she stared straight ahead at the black tiled wall. “Relax, don’t fight me and it wont hurt. The soap will help numb you a bit.” He said, pressing forward slowly, easing into her carefully to avoid tearing her delicate flesh.

She didn’t feel pain exactly, he was right, the soap had numbed her slightly, but there was a slight burning as well as the foreign sensation of being penetrated anally. She focused on relaxing her muscles and was rewarded by his long, low moan as he slid deeper into her.





“God I knew this would be good.” He muttered. He leaned over her back and slid his fingers between her thighs, dipping them inside and gathering the thick cream that practically dripped from inside her. He pulled out of her slowly and spread it over his cock before pushing in again. “Touch yourself.” He whispered in her ear from behind as he thrust into her, slow and easy.





“How?” She whimpered as he shoved her hair aside, baring the back of her neck.





“Put your fingers between your legs and stroke yourself, make yourself come.” He was moving more quickly inside her, thrusting a little harder but still cautious of it being her first foray into such adventurous sexual play.





She was so sensitive, so wet and it had nothing to do with the water from the shower pouring over them. She stroked her fingers over the swollen bud of her clit. She moaned with every thrust of him inside her anal passage.





“I hope you are close love, because I’m going to come.” He said low. His words, breathed softly into her ear triggered her release. She cried out, her voice hoarse as her knees buckled. Lucius withdrew with a loud shout and came in thick, hot spurts over her lower back, his own knees giving out as he fell to the shower floor behind her, curving his body over her back.





The hot water washed over them as they rested there on the floor, bent over the bench with Lucius curved around her back.





“Are you alright?” He asked, climbing onto the bench and pulling her into his lap.





“Yes.” She said breathlessly, her head rolling back onto his shoulder. “You are a very wicked wizard, Lucius.”





“You have no idea, love. Do you think you can stand?” He helped her to her feet and they took their time washing one another and kissing, long, slow kisses that were meant to soothe but only made them more eager for one another.



When they dried off Hermione reluctantly allowed Lucius to apply a cream to her newly abused backside before they climbed into bed. Neither bothered to dress, enjoying the feel of being skin to skin. They didn’t speak, but the same thought was running through both of their heads.





What if I COULD love him/her?









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***giggling*** who wants to be next in line to shower with Lucius?