Love Thy Enemy

CHAPTER 29: Witch on Top







Hermione watched Lucius from across their bedroom as he undressed. He was fully aware of her observation of his unclothing. He draped his robes over the back of the chair and then tossed his tie, cufflinks and studs into a pewter dish on the bureau. He removed his shirt, and then sat on the bench at the foot of their bed.





“You really do look beautiful in that dress. You picked it out on your own?” He asked, removing his shoes and socks as she continued to lean against the bathroom doorway and watch him.





“Yes. I hoped you would like it.” She said, smiling at his long slender feet as he curled his toes into the rug.





“What about your attentions at the concert? I have to admit, you surprised me.” He watched her remove her gloves and instantly hardened as he remembered the feel of the soft, satin against his flesh.





“I told you, I missed you. Are you the only one allowed to initiate our intimate moments? Am I to always allow you to be the one in control?” She asked, tossing her gloves onto the bureau and walking towards him.





“I am yours whenever you want me; I was just a bit shocked that you were willing to engage in such risqué behavior in a public place.” He sucked in a deep, sharp breath when she perched herself on his knees with her back to him.





“You said we were not visible. Unlace me, Lucius.” She said, glancing back at him over her shoulder. He held back the sly smile that threatened.





“As my lady wishes.” He said softly and began to pluck at the lacings on the back of her dress. When they were loosened completely he pushed the sides open and ran his hands over her bare back. She slid from his lap and crossed her arms over her chest to hold the gown in place. She was looking down at him, her amber eyes lit with a fire that had his pulse racing.





Hermione had come this far, she wouldn’t back out now. She planted one foot on the bench beside him.



“Now you can help me with the stockings.” Lucius wrapped his fingers around her slender ankle and began to slowly slide his hand up her leg over the silky, silvery silk encasing it. He paused when he reached the lacy band at the top and then tucked his fingers underneath and pulled it slowly down and off, tossing it back over his shoulder to land on the bed. She smiled and lifted her other leg. The bodice of the gown was drooping slightly as she held it to her breasts, her lower lip pulled between her teeth.





Lucius unfastened the little holster in which she kept her wand and removed her other stocking.



“Is there anything else my lady would like me to remove?” He asked, his arrogant smile threatening. Hermione backed slowly away from him and propped her backside onto the low bureau.





“Your trousers.” She said, tilting her head to the side in challenge. Lucius liked to be in control, in every aspect of his life, including their bed sport, but tonight, she wanted to be the one calling the shots. The corner of Lucius’s mouth lifted and he stood slowly, working the button and zipper.





“As you command, mistress.” He removed his trousers and underwear and tossed them over the chair with his robes. “Do you have more instructions for me, love?”





“Go sit on the bed, I want to show you what else I got today.” He did as she requested, smiling at her indulgently. She was rather adorable.





“Why do I need to sit? Did you donate more money to some infernal house elf retirement fund or something?” He asked, adjusting the pillows more comfortably behind his back.





“Nothing of the sort, but it’s a good idea.” She said, walking slowly towards him and stopping at the side of the bed. “This was something special I thought you might like.” She closed her eyes and let her hands drop to her sides and as a result the dress fell to the floor around her feet. She stood there completely nude and let Lucius look his fill.

She heard his long slow exhale and opened her eyes.





“What do you think?” She asked. Lucius was in shock. That morning when he had left, her sex had been crowned with a small tuft of soft curls, now there was nothing but a small, elegantly scrolled LM hennaed onto her mons.





“I think you should climb up here and let me have a closer look.” He said. Hermione smiled and crawled up onto the bed. She straddled his stomach, reaching behind her to brace herself on his thighs so he could look at his initials dyed into her skin.





“Do you like it?” She asked, watching his finger trace the curving lines of the letters.





“I do. Can we make it permanent?” He asked.





“I don’t know about that, but maybe we can start playing a little hide and seek with your initials….who knows where I will put them next.” She smiled. “Now be a good boy, Lucius, and keep your hands to yourself or I’ll have to tie them.” She said, pushing his fingers from between her thighs and sitting up.





“You are in quite the mood tonight, love. What brought this on?” He asked, letting his hands drop to her thighs where he continued to stroke her soft skin.





“Does there have to be a reason? Lucius, I told you to keep your hands to yourself.” She said, grabbing his wrists when his hands began to slide up her torso to cup her breasts. “Now you have forced my hand and I will have to tie them.”





“If you must.” He smirked, not figuring she would actually do it. Hermione reached out for the silk stocking lying on the coverlet and began winding it around the shocked wizard’s wrists. She tightened the knot and forced his bound wrists over the elaborately designed headboard, hooking it over one of the carved edges.





“Now don’t you look handsome all trussed up there?” She smiled, rather pleased with herself. Lucius wouldn’t do anything to ruin her fun, so he kept the fact that his hands were too loosely bound to hold him should he wish to be free to himself.





“Alright, mistress. You have me at your mercy; whatever will you do with me?” He challenged.





“Whatever I feel like doing to you.” She said quietly, running her hands along his up-stretched arms, enjoying the feel of taut, ropey muscles beneath her fingers. She tickled his ribs slightly and he glared at her. So her wizard was ticklish? “Ticklish, Lucius?”





“Don’t even think about it.” He growled low in his throat.







“Don’t tell me what to do, Lucius.” She leaned forward and laid her lips gently against his. “I don’t want to torture you; I just want you to let me have my way.”





“I always let you have your way, love. I can’t seem to help myself.” He lifted his head and tried to capture her lips with his but she backed away.





“No, you overwhelm me to the point that I can’t think at all and I become putty in your hands.” She was stroking his chest, lightly fingering his nipples.





“I do not believe I was fighting to get out of your hands earlier. In fact I wanted nothing more than to lay you back and bury myself inside you.” He could feel the slick heat of her arousal dampening his abdomen.





“To do so would have caused a scene.” She said, leaning forward and pressing her breast against his lips. “Kiss me here.” She whispered. Lucius complied, enjoying his little wife’s sweet demands. He would eagerly be her plaything if that was her desire tonight.

“More.” She pleaded, rocking her sex against his stomach.





“If you want something else you will have to be more specific, love.” Lucius met her gaze. “Tell me exactly what you want.”





“I want you to….suck on me, hard.” She whispered. His cock twitched when she said it. He opened his lips and suckled hard on her tender flesh. Hermione threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled his head closer. She moaned softly at the hot, wet pull of his lips around her nipple. “Oh, Lucius.” She slid her hips back and settled over his waiting erection, sliding the wet glove of her sex slowly down his length.





Hermione sat up, pulling free of his lips and let gravity pull her down until Lucius was bottomed out inside her. She could feel the slight discomfort of him pressing so hard into the mouth of her womb and rejoiced silently at having him so deeply inside her.



She leaned back, grasping his thighs and rocking her hips against him in slow, deliberate undulations. Lucius was fixated on the sight of him buried inside her, the tiny letters of his name declaring his ownership over the woman moving so torturously slow on top of him.





“You can move faster, harder.” He said, lifting his hips and trying to thrust harder into her.





“No! My ride, my way.” She moaned, arching her neck and thrusting her breasts forward as she continued to move over him. Lucius’s fists clenched and unclenched as he fought the urge to pull his hands from their loose bond and roll her over so he could take her fast and hard. She fell forward, her hands braced on his shoulders as she raised and lowered her hips more quickly, grinding into him with every plunge downward.





“That’s it, love. God you are beautiful.” He groaned as she tightened around him, moving faster and harder against him as she sought her release. She fell against him when her orgasm washed over her, moaning softly into his neck as she pulsed and rippled around him. Lucius continued to thrust into her from below, his feet braced on the mattress as he lifted his hips again and again until he joined her in the euphoria of release.





“Hey….” Hermione whispered against his neck when she felt his hands stroking down her back and over her hips. “I didn’t let you loose.”





“You didn’t tie me very tight, love.” He chuckled, kissing her cheek as he pulled the covers over them, letting her remain nestled on top of him.





“Why didn’t you touch me earlier then?” She asked, amazed at how comfortable she was laying draped over him as she was.





“You didn’t want me to.” He said sleepily. “Those were the rules of the game were they not?”





“Since when do you follow rules?” She laughed, kissing the pulse pounding at the base of his throat.





“Hmmm. I expect you to show the same respect and follow the rules when I want to play.” He smiled and gave her bottom a squeeze. “I can promise that my restraints will be tighter, so you wont have to worry about resisting the urge to touch.”





“What makes you think I’m going to let you play? Maybe I like being the witch on top?” Lucius gave her bottom a gentle tap.





“And I like you on top, love. But you don’t have the nature to be on top all the time. I’m happy to play once in a while, but you and I both know you like being at my mercy.” He chuckled.





“I do like feeling your weight on me. And you are better at this than I am.”





“You are damn near perfect, Hermione. Don’t think to hard in that direction, I am a happy man.” Lucius kissed her ear and began to drift off.





“I’m glad. I want to make you happy, Lucius.” She whispered lightly as she drifted off to sleep, stretched out atop her husband.







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Looks like things are smooth sailing from here doesnt it......dont look too hard......they decieve. :)