The Death Eater's Valentine

CHAPTER FOUR: In the Dark









Hermione found herself suddenly cast into complete darkness as Lucius wrapped a length of dark silk around her eyes and knotted it comfortably at the back of her head.







“What are you doing? I can’t see….” She cried, tugging at her bonds in vain trying to reach the blindfold.







“That’s right. You can’t see, you can’t touch, you can only feel.” Lucius said softly, coming around to stand in front of her. “Now, I am only going to ask you one time, Hermione…do you want me?” He watched her lips part as she sucked in a sharp breath. “I have never taken a woman against her will and I don’t mean to start now. Do. You. Want. Me?”





“Yes.” Came her barely audible answer.







“I didn’t hear that, little one.” He said, his body tightening even more with her acceptance. “You need to speak up so I can hear you.”







“Yes….I want you…just don’t….please don’t make fun…don’t hurt me.” She whimpered softly, her vulnerability tugging at him.







“I promise not to hurt you, in any way.” He said quietly, leaning in to brush a soft kiss against her trembling lips. He reached for her wand, tucked securely into the sleeve sewn into her skirt and with a softly uttered divesto the dress was gone, folded neatly on the table behind him. He tucked the length of rosewood into his pocket and knelt at her feet. “A body like yours should wear only the finest silk and lace.” He said, taking note of her serviceable white knickers and bra.







“Why spend the money when there is no one to wear it for?” She asked, her body trembled in anticipation of his touch.







“Wear it for you, because they make you feel beautiful, like the goddess that you are.” He brushed his fingertips over the tops of her tiny feet, smiling at her bright pink toenails as she wiggled her toes at his caress. “Ticklish, little one?”







“Yes.” She couldn’t see him or anticipate where he would touch her. She felt his fingers trailing up and over her ankles, skimming along her shins, brushing over her knees to feather lightly over her thighs. Her skin prickled and she shivered.







“Such a responsive little witch.” He murmured, more to himself than to her. “I am going to show you pleasure like nothing you could possibly imagine, little one.” Lucius shifted gracefully to his feet and reached out to cup the sides of her face. “When I walked into your office the first time I was expecting to see the same, gangly young girl you were when we last met. You can’t begin to imagine my surprise to find myself face to face with a lush, attractive witch.”





Lucius kissed her, his lips brushing lightly back and forth over hers before using the tip of his tongue to tickle along the seam of her mouth, encouraging her to open and let him in. He angled his head, sealing his mouth over hers as his tongue delved inside, rolling inside her mouth, brushing against hers as he investigated the dark, sweet interior. She moaned softly and arched against him, wishing she could put her arms around him, pull him closer. He backed off slowly, his tongue teasing and licking against hers, nibbling her lips before pulling away completely.







“I knew you would be sweet.” He whispered. He caressed her shoulders and down the out stretched length of her arms before settling his hands on the soft curve of her waist. “Are you as sweet all over?” He asked. She cried out softly, her knees buckling so that he had to wrap his arms around her to hold her up. “I guess I shall have to find out.”







Lucius brushed his nose against the side of her throat, inhaling the sweet, powdery scent of her perfume before pressing his lips to the pulse throbbing at the base. He bit gently, soothing the sting with his tongue before sliding his mouth along her shoulder. He slid his hand up to cup the full, round softness of her breast, his thumb grazing the nipple through the thin cotton of her bra.





“So soft…” He whispered against her skin as he tucked his fingers under the edge of the bra and pulled the cup down, baring her breast to his gaze. “So pretty.” He plucked gently at the dusky nipple before lowering his head to pull the aching peak between his lips to suck and caress with his tongue.







“Lucius….” His name escaped her lips on a breathy sigh that had him growling softly around her nipple. He toyed with the little clip between her breasts until it opened and he had easy access to both round globes. He alternated between them, sucking and licking until both nipples were peaked and rosy from his ministrations and Hermione was writhing beneath his touch.





“Damn but you come alive under the right touch don’t you, little one?” He panted into her ear. “Tell me how you feel.” He shifted to her side, pressing his erection into her hip while resting his hand against her soft stomach.





“Hot...” She said, pressing her hip against the thick column of flesh held captive beneath his trousers. “Achy…itchy like I’m going to crawl out of my skin.”







“Mmmmm…..” He purred approvingly into her ear. “Are you wet, little one?” He asked, his fingertips running along the elastic band of her knickers. She pushed her hips forward, hoping to encourage him to delve beneath the virginal white knickers and discover the answer for himself. He chuckled softly and continued to feather his touch over her skin. “Tell me one of your fantasies, little one.”







“I…I don’t really have any.” She whimpered, wishing he would touch her already.









“Oh, I don’t believe that….every young woman fantasizes….you mentioned Severus earlier….did you harbor a secret crush for your potions master?” He asked. Her breath hitched and he chuckled. “You did, didn’t you? He probably knew all about it too. While you sat in his classroom soaking your pristine little knickers with fantasies of his dark brooding presence he was most likely dancing on the edges of your mind watching.” Lucius slid his fingers beneath the cotton of her underwear and played with the soft curls he found there. “No doubt he enjoyed it. Do you have a thing for powerful men, little one?”





She moaned softly, a breathy yes slipping from her lips, she turned her head towards the sound of his voice, pressing her face into his chest.







“I want you to tell me a fantasy you have had regarding me.” He said softly, tugging on the little curls as he swirled his fingers over her mons. “You have had them, haven’t you?”







“Yes.” She answered, jumping a little when his fingertips brushed over the swollen folds of her sex.







“Recently?” He slipped his finger between the plump nether lips and nearly groaned at the wet heat that greeted his caress.







“Oh, gods, yes.” She said desperately, pressing her hips forward, urging his touch deeper.







“Tell me.” He whispered roughly, sliding his long fingers over her hot, dripping flesh.







“Oh gods, please don’t stop…” She begged, desperate for the release she knew his touch could provide. “I think about…you…oh my god….during our interviews.” She arched her back and groaned low in her throat when he dipped one slender digit inside her. He nearly lost control right then when he felt her snug heat gripping his finger tight, he wanted inside her, badly.







“What do you think about during our interviews?” He asked, sliding another finger alongside the first. She pressed her face closer to his chest, tugging on the wrist cuffs and sinking her little teeth into his chest and causing him to wince slightly. “I want to know, tell me a story.”





“You are being your regular snarky self…oh god…you get tired of talking and jerk me from my chair…Lucius, oh…..you spread me out on my desk and …take me….hard…” Her voice trailed off, her words becoming a jumble of incoherent moans and cries. He flexed his fingers inside her and pressed his thumb against the tiny nubbin hidden within her folds. She cried out sharply, her body clamping down on his fingers, trying to suck him in deeper as she climaxed. “Lucius!” She keened his name as her knees buckled.







“I knew you would be stunning in surrender.” He said softly. He pulled his fingers from between her thighs and removed the blindfold from over her eyes. “Show me again.” He slid to his knees in front of her, watching as she blinked, trying to focus now that her sight had been restored to her. He tucked his fingers beneath the sides of her knickers and yanked them down sharply. He grabbed the backs of her knees and lifted her legs over his shoulders one at a time as he opened his mouth over her with no warning, his tongue snaking between her folds to find her sweet spot.







Hermione stared down at the platinum haired man kneeling between her thighs in shock. His tongue seemed to have a life all its own as it moved over her sex. He was voracious, giving her no chance to come down from the first orgasm before sending her soaring towards another. She was leaning back, her body arched over the padded bench, her thighs wrapped around the wizards head when another wave of release washed over her. Her entire body shook with the force of it, tiny flashes of light dancing before her eyes.







Lucius pulled back when she bucked against his mouth, too sensitive to bear his touch any longer. He kissed the inside of her thigh as he slid them from his shoulders, trailing kisses slowly up her body until their lips met once more, slow and soft he kissed her while releasing the cuffs from her wrists. Her arms came up and around his shoulders and he bent down, slipping one arm behind her knees and lifting her into his arms.







He didn’t stop kissing her as he let memory guide him through the chambers of the Dark Lords Lair and into the bedroom with the large round bed in the center of the room. He laid her against the pillows and stood at the bedside staring down at the naked, flushed witch.





“Gods, Lucius….” Hermione closed her eyes and a shudder ran through her, aftershocks of the pleasure he had given her.





“Don’t go to sleep, little one. I’m not through with you yet.” He drawled, reaching for the buttons on his shirt.









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Goldentrio – This little interlude is moving along quite fast, hence the reason Im updating so quickly. LOL……





LaBib – Jason Isaacs does bring out the best….or worst depending on how you look at it, of Lucius….no one else could have made him quite so yummy. Yes, my intention had been to merely write a short little fic about their night trapped in the cave/ministry……but who knows…….Im almost afraid to take it any further…..the things going through my head are enough to make me blush and it takes a lot to do that!!!