Convenient

It is absurdly easy.

His kisses deepen, and the girl melts into his embrace -- his left arm cradling her, right hand free to caress her face, her hair... tender, teasing touches, gentle whispers, drawing a smile from her, and a sigh, and a breathy little moan as his lips move down her slender throat.

"Lovely," he says, unclasping her robes. "So lovely..."

He'll make her scream for him, and bleed for him, even as she smiles for him now. Her pain and her fear will belong to him, serving his pleasure, together with these first stirrings of arousal.

Lucius kisses her mouth again, harder, deeper, and she sighs, pressing herself closer to him, winding her arms around his neck. His hand traces the slight swell of her breasts beneath the white blouse; a tiny nipple firms to his caress, begging for attention.

"Oh," she says as he unbuttons the blouse and claims those sweet young breasts, barely more than buds, cupping and stroking them with practiced skill.

"Tell the truth, my dear," he whispers into her ear. "Has anyone touched you like this before? Anyone at all?"

"N-no, sir -- oh!"

"Ah... good girl. And you like it, don't you now?"

"Oh yes -- yes, sir!" She arches into his touch.

Anticipation is part of the pleasure, for him -- part of the game as he toys with her, feeding her desire. Anticipation of the moment when yes will change to no, and the moment beyond, when she realizes there will be no mercy and no escape.

The girl is clay in his hands: dazed by his kisses, overwhelmed by her own body's response to him. She certainly doesn't notice when he removes her wand from its sheath and hides it in his cloak pocket. She squirms in the chair, eyes closed, rocking her hips, and he reaches down to slip his hand beneath her skirt.

Will the moment be now?

No, not yet... Her thighs part readily for him, and she moans into his mouth.

Lucius presses his palm against the girl's soft mound, feeling the heat of her beneath the thin cotton, and he strokes her like that, through the fabric, his fingers at her slit, his thumb circling the nub -- taking her further, further, letting her do the work as she rocks against him, pressing herself into his hand... His kisses never stop.

The girl writhes, panting. The fabric grows damp beneath his touch, and his cock throbs, achingly hard.

Oh yes. Her little virgin cunt, readying itself for him.

Now, when she is on the edge of coming, but not quite there -- Now.

He stops. Gently but firmly, he takes her hand and brings it to rest on the hardness beneath his robes, between his legs.

Her eyes fly open and she gasps in surprise, complete and unfeigned. Perfect.

"Oh!" She jerks back as if he's burned her. "Oh, no --"

"Yes, my dear." Lucius pulls her hand back to his cock and holds it there.

"No -- I don't -- I mean, I can't --" Her voice shakes, and her confusion is a delight to him; her blush, her rapid breaths, her naked breasts beneath the open blouse. "Please sir, no --"

"Miss Chang!" He sharpens his voice for a moment, then continues in the same mild, reasonable tone he'd used before. "You are a good girl, are you not? Well brought-up? I trust you've been taught good manners?"

"Um... yes, sir." Her hand trembles in his grip.

"Well, then! You'll know that a proper young lady always takes care to please a gentleman, and always finishes what she starts." He releases her hand. "Please remove your clothing, Miss Chang."

"No, please, no --" Leaping to her feet, backing away --

One stride and he's caught her, pulling her back to him. "Now, my dear, we'll have none of that." He strokes her hair. "A lady must never leave a gentleman unsatisfied."


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A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Samantha, you rock for reviewing yet again (and no, Cho isn't very drunk, she didn't drink much, he just used the wine to relax her a bit more). Minerva Ann McGonagall, when the story's done I'll change the summary to say "complete"; until then it's not done, and I'm writing as fast as I can, okay? Esmeralda, thank you very much, and I agree -- any Lucius is good, LOL!

More soon!!