The Death Eater's Valentine

CHAPTER THREE: Helpless









Hermione stared up at Lucius as though he had gone completely daft. She could feel the padded bench pressing into her back as he leaned into her. The fingers of both his hands threaded through hers, the palms resting against the backs of her hands as he spread her arms wide.





“Be your valentine?” She laughed nervously. “You don’t even like me, Lucius. You toy with me out of boredom, no doubt you are hoping to prove that I am not immune to your charms so that you may laugh some more at the poor pathetic mudblood.”







“Does it feel as though I dislike you?” He asked, pressing his hips against hers so that she could feel his arousal before pulling back once more. “Laughing at you is the furthest thing from my mind at the moment.” He whispered low against her ear. She shivered as his warm breath drifted over her skin, tickling slightly.







“Please…” She pleaded, tugging at her hands and trying to free herself from his grasp. Lucius tightened his hold on her.







“Necto Arma.” He whispered. The leather straps at each end of the bench locked securely around her wrists. “Not exactly how this bench was designed to be used, but it will do for now.”







“What?” She looked down at her bound wrists and tugged, the soft, supple leather caressing the tender skin but giving her no quarter. “Lucius, let me go!” She said, her voice quavering as she tugged and tugged at the leather straps.







“I think not. It seems that I need to make a few things clear and this assures me that you are going to listen without running away.” He said, backing up slowly to lean against a table, his legs crossed casually at the ankle as he stared at her.







“I’ll listen, I promise, you don’t need to restrain me.” She said, her cheeks flushed.







“But you look so lovely like that, little one. Now technically you should be bent over the bench, not leaning against it, but this works just as well.” He said softly. “Now, stop talking and listen. You seem to think that my…attentions…have been to taunt and humiliate you, that I harbor a dislike for you.”







“You have been making comments at my expense since you stepped foot into my office, Lucius.” She said, ceasing her struggles to meet his gaze. “And you have despised me since I was a child, why should I believe that things are any different now?”







Lucius pushed away from the table and walked slowly around the room. Hermione watched him, until he disappeared behind her, her bound state making it uncomfortable to twist her body to see him. She jumped when she felt the brush of his lips on the back of her neck, his fingers pushing the long curls aside.







“You are no longer a child, little one.” He whispered, raking his teeth lightly over her skin. “From the first moment I set eyes on you again I could see that you had indeed become a woman. A magnificent specimen of femininity, even if you are rather repressed.” He chuckled at the last statement when she stiffened.







“I am not repressed!” She said through gritted teeth. “I have had lovers.”







“Oh? How many?” He taunted, sliding his fingers down the back of her neck to the zipper of her dress. “Answer me or I’ll keep you strapped to this bench all night, little one.”





“Two.” She spat, grinding her teeth. Oh gods what is he doing? She could no longer feel the heat of his body behind her and the man had the ability to move stealthily like a predator.







“So many?” Lucius asked sarcastically, laughing at the sweet little witch. “Why your experience astounds me.”







“Excuse me if I choose not to let every wizard I meet into my bed!” She snapped, the lack of sound making her nervous. Lucius was dangerous and should be watched at all times.







“You wouldn’t be nearly as appealing to me if you did.” He said, smiling as he leaned forward to blow softly into her ear. “It’s your innocence that attracts me, little one. I’ll hazard a guess that the two wizards you shared your body with left you wanting, aching for something you didn’t understand.” His words vibrated along the side of her neck. “The Weasley boy was one of them, was he not?” Hermione tried to get a grasp on her traitorous body, but the low, rumbling timbre of his voice seemed to settle low in her belly, causing her to ache. “Answer me.”







“Yes.” She said quietly.







“And the other?” He asked, sliding a length of black silk through his hands as he waited for her to respond. “Answer the question, little one, who was the other man you allowed between your pretty thighs.”







“H…Harry….only once.” She said, her face flushing and her mind rebelling. Why did she tell him? No one knew, only her and Harry. Why couldn’t she control her reactions to him?







“Very interesting, and you have remained friends all these years despite your disappointing interludes, amazing.”







“Why do you assume that I was disappointed?” She asked softly.







“Weren’t you?” His silky voice queried. “I am going to say this happened when you were young….you were curious, you had needs…you walked away feeling unfulfilled and disappointed in the act…that is why you are married to your job with no wizard in your life, you figure why bother. Correct?” Her soft, shocked whimper was answer enough. “You want to know how I know that, little one?”





“Are you using legilimency?” She asked, somewhat breathlessly.







“No, I don’t need to. I can tell by the way your body is responding. I’ve seen the want in your eyes over the last several weeks when you look at me. You think I can’t tell what is going on in that busy little head of yours but you are very wrong.” He slid his hand around to the front of her throat; cupping her chin in his hand and tilting her head back sharply so that she was looking up at him. “You underestimate my ability to read body language, little one. You have played with boys; do you dare play with a man?”







Her lips were parted, glistening as she stared up into his eyes. Her body was ablaze with unfulfilled desire that she had managed to keep in check until Lucius set his sights on her. She licked her lips, gasping when he touched his tongue to hers and then bit her lower lip gently.







“Do you have to keep me cuffed?” She asked softly.







“Don’t you like it?” He asked, smirking slightly. “I think you do. I think that you are in complete control over everything in your life and that the idea of letting go, giving up your precious control excites you.” Lucius kissed the tip of her nose and slowly released his hold on her chin so she could lower it. His fingers continued to dance over her shoulders lightly. “You are mine to do with as I please, little one, and there is not a damned thing you can do about it.”





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Well……this is certainly fun LOL…….





LaBib - Lucius is a rather opportunistic git isn’t he?



Angeleye – I have been writing like mad…..just haven’t posted since finishing Mastering Temptation……half way through a DM/HG fic, but Lucius just will not be ignored.







Bluezauza – LOL……hope this little ficlet will make you happy…..









Now….let us continue to play, shall we?