Lucius and the Waif - 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 Three – The Bedroom


Lucius pulled back the silken cover and dropped her onto the bed, an antique four-poster affair with ornate carvings and curlicues. She lay there passively on the sheets amid a small flurry of pillows, never moving. Lucius belatedly recognized that she was not mentally there with him. He spoke to her in a quiet voice to try to bring her focus back into the room, “Lea, you’re safe now. I am not going to hurt you,” any more right now he silently added. It was not nearly as satisfying to take an unconscious woman as one who was aware of his actions, but he would do it if that was all he could have. His body was so close to the edge, he worried he wouldn’t be able to last. Ah, well, a second round would help later.


Lea heard a voice talking in a low, black velvet tone to her. It wasn’t anyone she knew, and that helped to slowly bring her back from her special ‘away’ place where she was safe and happy. Lea’s eyes focused on the man’s face above hers. This was that beautiful creature who had looked at her with such disdain. He seemed to be looking at her with a different expression now. Curiosity? Compassion? And then she saw calculation enter his eyes. Lea had almost been distracted by the pale gray color of his eyes. Their effect was almost hypnotic on her, and she felt the pull of their sexual power. But she was no longer prey to much, physically, so she looked disinterestedly away from him.


Lucius saw enough of her returning awareness to act on it. He stood at the side of the bed and bent over her, touched her face, and took her in a hot, wet, hard kiss. That got her full attention. He backed away a little, truly starting to be amazed at himself for the depths he would plumb just to have a woman. But he was on fire from the nearness of a young, clean, attractive female and his formidable intelligence was now bending completely to the will of his libido. Her newly cleaned skin glowed with an alabaster richness, proclaiming that she rarely went into the sunshine. His predatory, sexual intentions were becoming increasingly inflamed with this small harlot. Soon he would have her begging him.


Lea turned back at the touch of his hand on her face and saw those amazing eyes were now almost completely black with his desire. She’d seen that reaction before and knew what it meant to her. It wouldn’t be long now. She closed her own eyes against the certainty of hurt. He was so beautiful it would somehow be even worse for her to be used by him. At least she didn’t smell so much. She vaguely remembered water and a pretty scent. Her mind had shielded her from the rest.


Lucius thought he was losing her again when she closed her eyes. He removed his robe and the ribbon from his hair and slid onto the bed beside her. He whispered her name again, “Lea,” and bent in, starting to kiss her even more passionately, nipping at her bottom lip for entrance to her mouth and allowing his hair to swing into a curtain around their faces. He would not allow her to escape him again, even into her own mind. This would end when he was sated and not before. Her body and her mind were his to play with, and she needed to learn that he and he alone directed their liaison.


She let him in and discovered he wanted her participation as he lasciviously dragged the tip of his tongue around the perimeter of her mouth and stroked her own tongue with his. She was slowly becoming aware that he hadn’t a stitch on and he actually wanted her. Well, she knew that, but that he was giving her any consideration at all was a new experience for her. She sighed into his mouth as his tongue swept over hers, and made a tiny effort to return the touch. Her hands came up to his shoulders and lightly rested there, afraid to incite his anger. At her touch, Lucius rolled up onto her and used his legs to spread hers open. He tested her feminine core to see if she was ready for him. She wasn’t.


Lucius reared back and looked at her calm face in puzzlement. He was so surprised that he momentarily lost his concentration. “Are you in pain?” he asked. What else could keep her so dissociated from their union? “Do you need something to ease my entrance?”


She didn’t understand the question, “Something? Need something?” She looked at him with faint perplexity. Then her face went blank again. The pain would start when he entered her, why would he ask if she was in pain before he hurt her? This magnificent male was very confusing. Perhaps he was mad from his incarceration in the prison. It happened to so many of them.


Lucius was feeling a bit like he had fallen into a bizarre world where she was sane and he wasn’t. His brain kicked in, banking his physical desire for the moment in his bafflement. She was beginning to interest him as an enigma to be solved. Lucius rolled back off her and slid his body up against her side, never taking his eyes off her face. He gently pulled the silken cover over them and wondered aloud, “If you are the prison whore, why are you not ready for sex?”


Lucius really wanted to know. His confinement held so few challenges that something out of the ordinary, like her indifferent reaction to him, merited investigation. Usually his looks alone got him most any female he wanted. But dammit, he couldn’t even pique the interest of this lowest of whores. Yes, he was now very interested, unfortunately not in a good way. When he discovered what she was about, he would get what he wanted, then punish her for daring to stand him off.


Lea came back to herself when the blonde sorcerer rolled off of her. She was mildly puzzled at why this handsome wizard hadn’t already used her body. He apparently had gone to some trouble to make her clean enough. She worried a bit about what would happen when he was through with her. She would be forced to service the Warden again. But he was old and, at the end, never lasted long. Then the old bag of bones always threw her out so he could sleep.