Of Books and Leather

A/N: I want to thank everyone who has reviewed! They mean so much to me. We are almost at the end here. For those of you who read this on the exchange will notice a extra scene in this chapter, explaining a little bit of Lucius' life since the war.

Just to answer a few question/comments.

Tenar10r- Yes safety words is usually one word, but I wanted to give Hermione a bit more control, considering her past, and give her the ability to untie herself. I think she would have had a panic attack if she gave up complete control, and I didn't want to disappoint, The Dom.

LaBibliographe- Lucius can't seem to help himself when it come to baiting Hermione. Although I think he really enjoyed that slap she gave him. Ginny seems to know exactly what Hermione needs. It's a good thing too. Ginny and Severus have an odd friendship in this story. More of that will be explained in the next chapter. I think if Hermione was thinking straight she would have realized who, "The Dom" was. Although I think if Ginny didn't rush Hermione out of Curfew so fast she would have realized who Sebastian was very quickly.

Voracious Reader- I hope you had a wonderful birthday!

On to the story!


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Hermione took the weekend off from work. Since it wasn’t a Hogsmeade weekend, for the Hogwarts students, she knew her staff could handle the customers without her. She needed to think about what had transpired Friday night. She spent all weekend going over the memories in her head. Did Lucius even know that she was the one he invited into his private rooms? What would he do when he found out it was she?

Hermione shivered at the memories of that night. She could still feel the paddle on her backside, although there were no lasting effects. She had almost forgotten what it was like to give up control. It felt good. No, better than good, it felt great. But could she trust Lucius not to utilize it to his advantage? She was safe with him at his club. He would not ruin his reputation, or his business, by taking her against her will. But what would happen without the safety of the club?

Hermione remembered the way he commanded her to count the spanks, as the paddle met her heated flesh and she felt herself getting wetter and wetter as the number increased, However, he was firm but gentle. They didn’t have sex, even though she begged him for it by the time he was done spanking her. He told her it was against the clubs policy. He did however bring her to climax with his leather-gloved hand. Hermione trembled at the memory.

“Please fuck me, sir,” she begged.

The Dom shook his head as he slipped on a pair of leather gloves. He caressed her heated flesh. “Shh, no I cannot not do that, but since you have been such a good girl I will do this for you,” he told her silkily as she felt his leather clad finger graze her clit. She sucked in a ragged breath. He slipped a finger in her tight channel and slowly pumped it in and out. He added a second finger; by then Hermione was a quivering mess.

“You are so wet and tight you naughty girl. I can only imagine what it would be like to feel you clench around me. With his thumb, he massages her clit, “Come for me, sweet Helena.” Hermione screamed her release, coating his finger in her sweet juices.

The Dom brought his gloved fingers up to his mouth before sucking on them almost greedily. Making a humming noise, he pulled his fingers out as he gazed into Hermione’s eyes before kissing the top of her head, “You did very well.” With a wave of his hand, he released her bonds. She braced her hands on top of the bench to keep from sliding to the floor.

“Please wait right here, I have something for your red bottom,” he smirked at her. He went to the wall and opened one of the curtains. He withdrew a small jar, and carefully removed his gloves. When he opened the container, the smell of ginger and orange filled the room.

Hermione smiled at this gesture, she was not used to someone caring for her well-being like this. “Thank you,” she whispered.

He tenderly spread the cream on her swelled ass. “That should help with the swelling and pain.”

She gently put herself back together and turned to him, “Thank you again.”

He knew by the look in her eyes that it wasn’t just for the cream, “For what, Helena?”

“For momentarily restoring my trust in men,” she whispered, dropping her gaze to the floor.

“Only momentarily?” he asked as he put the two fingers that were inside her only minutes ago beneath her chin and lifted up her head so she would face him. She nodded her head as he led her to the door.

“For now,” she smiled. Before she could walk out the door, she heard him whisper something intangible before he suddenly grabbed her by the arms and soundly kissed her on the mouth. It might have been brief, but it was full of passion. It one of the best kisses she had ever experienced. It left her disoriented, breathless, and a little giddy.

Hermione sighed happily at the memory, even if nothing else happened between her and Lucius; she would carry the memory of that kiss with her forever. She never had that feeling of giddiness after Ron had kissed her. Whatever feelings she might have had because of that kiss, she had to talk to Lucius face to face.

She owled Lucius Sunday night requesting that he meet with her at the bookshop in the morning for a private discussion. She was surprised when she received an immediate response. He stated that he was intrigued at her eagerness to meet with him in private and that he would be at the bookshop at precisely ten in the morning.

Hermione went to bed, but tossed all night. Tomorrow she would confront Lucius, and figure out where they go from here.

**

Lucius also pondered, what had transpired at his club. Over the weekend, he tried to figure out what had happened. He searched for her at Curfews, but she didn't come back on Saturday or Sunday. He was disappointed.

”How did I not know that was her?”

The minute he saw Helena he knew she reminded him of Hermione, how he didn't put two and two together until after she left, baffled him.

He wondered if she had any clue that he was, The Dom. Lucius immediately figured she did not know. If she did, she probably wouldn't have agreed to meet him.

She is repulsed by me.” he thought to himself. He was not a desirable man, or so he thought. He saw himself as someone who had made very bad decisions that cost him what was important.

He lost his beautiful wife, Narcissa, to her deranged sister, Bellatrix. Bella, killed her own sister after figuring out that Narcissa lied to Voldemort that Harry was dead. While Lucius and Narcissa were trying to find Draco, before something happened to him, Bella appeared out of nowhere and cast the Killing Curse on her without blinking an eye. Lucius and Draco went into a state of shock.

Draco fled the country after the war, he needed to get away. With all the painful things that had happened to him, Lucius let him go. Draco never came back. At first, Lucius received no communications from Draco at all. Lucius had no idea where he had gone, or if he was in any danger. It wasn't until six months after Draco left that he received the first owl. He had settled in Canada. There was a small Wizarding community up in the Rocky Mountains. He was happy there, the name Malfoy did not hold any meaning and Draco could live in peace. Draco did promise to visit soon when things had settled down, Lucius was still waiting for that visit.

Lucius pondered his life and what had happened since the war. He did spend some time in Azkaban, although it was a short time, and he was glad that he was not condemned to life like Voldemort's other followers. He had Severus to thank for that. Lucius received a shorter sentence because, during the last two years of the war, Lucius became a spy for the Order. Being a prisoner in their own home had been the last straw for the Malfoy family and they, not caring about the danger, became the inside eyes for the Order of the Phoenix. Lucius still wasn't sure how helpful he was. In the end, Lucius only spent six months in prison and paid hefty fines. He was grateful.

It was six years after the war when he and Severus talked about going into business together and another year before Curfews opened its doors. Lucius came up with the name, “The Dom” so that people would not be put off because he, Lucius Malfoy, was the owner. Nobody, besides Severus, knew that he is the owner of the club and he would like to keep it that way.

Kingsley Shacklebolt tried to help restore the Malfoy name, although Lucius never knew why, by giving Lucius the job of making sure that businesses were not doing anything illegal, but people still recoiled from the name, Malfoy.

When he stepped into “Enchanting Books” for the first time he was shocked to see Hermione Granger working there. Severus never mentioned her when he recommended the store. Of course, he couldn't resist baiting her. What he never expected was to come head to head with a spitfire. The minute she had slapped him he was infatuated. After observing her all week, and scouring her inventory, he realized that there were many layers to Miss Granger. The final test was to see if she really had any interest in the domination and submissive books currently in her store. He knew she was for him when she confessed her sexual preference. Now, how to convince Hermione?

He remembered the way she responded to him as The Dom. How beautiful she looked when he spanked her. How sweetly she begged him to fuck her. If he knew it was Hermione then he would have, screw the rules, he made them, he could break them. He remembered how she kissed, he shouldn't have kissed her, but he couldn't resist.

“Someone had hurt her!” The very thought had him red with anger. He didn't know who it as, but he had a feeling it was one of those Weasleys that she was always hanging around with. If he ever figured out who it was, he would pay for what he did to Hermione.

Lucius was in the middle of his thoughts when an owl swooped into his study with a letter tied to iis leg. Lucius opened the letter and was shocked to see it was from Hermione, requesting a meeting with him tomorrow at her store. He was intrigued and immediately responded, confirming the appointment.

”I wondered if she figured it out? Tomorrow is going to be very interesting.”

**

Hermione walked into her store at eight the following morning. She had an hour before she opened the doors, and she had two more hours before Lucius showed up. She went over the paperwork of the sales for the weekend and was pleased that her staff did very well without her.

A floor display that she had been waiting for arrived on Saturday. She decided that it would be the perfect distraction for her until her meeting with Lucius. If she didn’t keep herself busy, she would do nothing but pace the store until he arrived.

Hermione opened the store at nine; she went upstairs and started to put together the floor display for the new Muggle crime novel due out next week. The pre-orders sales alone had Hermione grinning from ear to ear. She was considering having a midnight book party when she spotted Ron walking up the staircase. He looked very angry and was stalking towards her. Hermione started to panic, she knew that look well. He wore that particular look whenever she did something he was not pleased with, and he would punish her. And not the kind of punishment she enjoyed.

She looked around, there were no customers yet, and Steven, the café worker, was in the back baking the rest of the morning sweets. She stood her ground, “I can handle this. He can’t hurt me anymore,” she told herself.

“Ron, what are you doing here?” Hermione asked in an annoyed voice, hoping he wouldn’t hear the quiver.

“Where were you Friday night?” Ron asked accusingly.

Hermione folded her arms across her chest. “I do not see how that is any business of yours, Ronald Weasley!”

“It is my business when you go to a sex club.” He was almost screaming at her.

Hermione’s eyebrows lifted in disbelief. “How is it your business? And it wasn’t a sex club.”

“Oh really, that’s not what Ginny said,” he assumed with a smug smile.

Hermione doubted that Ginny had told Ron where she was, he must have overhead a conversation his sister was having with Harry. “Again, I point out, what I do is none of your business. Why do you care what I do anyway?”

“Because I'm worried about you.” His concern almost seemed genuine if he still wasn’t wearing a sneer on his face.

Hermione snorted, “Rubbish, if you cared about me, you would never have done all those things to me when we were engaged.”

“You wanted it. You begged me to tie you up and punish you,” Ron said in a low and threatening voice.

Whatever nervousness Hermione had was gone with Ron’s last comment. Hermione was sparking with anger. Her fists clenched at her sides. “No, what I wanted was to be sexually stimulated by acts of domination. Not to be tied up and beaten against my will. You exploited my fantasies and used them to hurt me, and control my life.”

“Well, someone had to control you. It is not natural for a girl like you to be interested in that sort of thing. You should be interesting in getting married and having a normal life. Not living in a perverted fantasy world.”

Hermione fumed, “You are unbelievable. You come into my store and yell at me. Why are you here anyway? Was it just to yell at me about how I spend my Friday evenings?”

“Well, I figured if you were desperate to go to that sort of club. Then maybe I would consider taking you back,” Ron replied as he crossed his arms across his chest and stood up taller.

Hermione laughed at his comment, “Are you kidding me? I would never, ever go out with you again!” Hermione turned and angrily stormed down the stairs. “I think you are the one living in a fantasy world, Ron!”

He darted after her. “I’m not done talking to you yet.”

“Well, I am done talking to you. Now, if you don’t mind I have more important matters to attend to.” Hermione started to storm towards her office when without warning, Ron grabbed her by her arm and slammed her into a nearby bookshelf. The whole shelf shook and a few book landed near Hermione’s feet. She cried out in shock.

He shoved his finger in her face, his whole face turning as red as his hair and his body started to shake violently with anger. “Now, listen here, Hermione. You are not going to go to that club again, and you are going to start acting like respectable girl. Do you hear me? And we are going to get married!”

Fire entered Hermione’s eyes. She pushed him as hard as she could, he stumbled back a few steps, “Excuse me! Who do you think you are ordering me around?” She poked her finger into his chest, “How dare you. What makes you think for one minute that I would ever consider marrying you?”

Ron was taken back. He had never seen Hermione act this way towards him before. He was not going to put up with it. Ron grabbed her by her upper arms and started to shake her. “You will listen to me.”

“No, I won’t!” Hermione screamed and kneed Ron hard in the groin. Ron’s face turned purple before he slumped to the floor, moaned in pain, clutching his abused region.

Her eyes went wide, she was panting hard, and shaking like a leaf from the adrenaline that had entered her bloodstream; she was trying desperately to regain her composure. She took a deep breath in and looked up. Hermione half jumped when she noticed Lucius staring at her with his wand drawn. He had a stunned, but also had a satisfied look on his face. She carefully stepped over Ron and walked to Lucius on wobbly legs.

Lucius lowered his wand, and looked down at Ron, and then back to the spitfire before him. “And here I thought I was going to be your… What do the Muggles say? Oh yes, your Knight in shining armor, but I can see that you don’t need one.”

“No, I don’t, but thank you for the offer, Mr. Malfoy. Would you like to go to my office and have our meeting?” she said coolly as if her ex-boyfriend just didn't attack her.

“Yes, but shouldn’t we take out the rubbish first?” he asked gesturing to Ron who was moaning in pain.

She looked down at Ron with disappointment. “No, I think he needs to stay there and think about what he's done.”

Hermione’s employee, Sally, came running up to her boss, “Are you okay? I just walked in and saw him shaking you.”

“I’m fine. Mr. Malfoy and I are going to go to my office for a private meeting. When Ron here picks himself off the floor escort him out of the store,” she said as she motioned to the redhead still crumpled on the floor.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to call the Aurors?” Sally asked, concerned over what she had just witnessed.

“Yes, I’m sure.” Hermione smiled at her employee, as she made her way in her office. Lucius sneered at the fool of a boy before following Hermione and closing the door behind them.

**
The minute Lucius closed the door he noticed Hermione grabbing a hold of the desk to keep from collapsing. Her legs were shaking terribly, so bad in fact, that she barely made it to the desk.

“I can’t believe I just did that,” she whispered in a trembling voice, her head was hung low.

“I gather from that little display that I witnessed that Mr. Weasley is the reason you don’t trust men anymore?”

Hermione carefully walked around the desk and sat herself down in the chair. She leaned her head back and sighed loudly before responding, “Yes he is.”

Lucius smiled at her, “You are beautiful when you are angry. Your eyes dance with fire; I could feel the energy sparking off of you.”

Hermione smirked and looked at Lucius. “It did feel good to finally give him what he deserved.”

“How long has he mistreated you?” he asked as he sat down in one of the chairs by her desk.

“The last year we were together. Everything was fine up until I told him…”

“Your fantasy.”

Hermione bit her lip. Last night she came up with a plan to ease her way into this conversation with Lucius, but he seemed to want to jump right into the deep end, so to speak. So, Hermione decided to come right out and ask him.

“You are the owner of Curfew?” It was more a statement then a question.

“Yes, and would I be correct in assuming that you are Helena?” he stated seriously. There was little doubt in his mind, but Severus could have been wrong. Although he was sure he wasn't.

Hermione nodded her head. She abruptly stood up and started to pace her office floor and wringing her hands. Lucius watched her with a careful eye. “I don’t normally go to clubs and let a stranger tie me up and then spank me.”

“Then why did you let me?” he asked her curiously.

Hermione continued to pace. “Because of you, Lucius, actually. When you were in my store Friday afternoon you ignited something inside of me that I buried four years ago.”

“I’m glad that I made such an impact on you,” he laughed.

She abruptly stopped and faced him, fury sparked in her eyes. “This is not a joke. I didn’t want to feel that way again. I don’t want someone to control me and tell me what to do, who I am allowed to see, where I am to go, and at what time to be there. While they did what they pleased.”

Lucius stood up and gently took Hermione’s hand. “I would never do that. Half of my life was spent in someone else’s control. I lost my wife because of it, and my son wants nothing to do with me. I would never do that to you.”

Hermione began pacing again and stated to gesture wildly with her hands. “This is not how it was meant to be. You were supposed to be the enemy, not Ron. I was actually going to marry him. We were going to live happy ever after, far away from evil and the big bad monsters. How was I to know that he was the monster?” Hermione was in tears, as she was finally accepted the fact that she was not at fault for her failed engagement to Ron.

Lucius stopped her. “I know that I have not lived my life as ideal as I would have liked. I made some disastrous choices in my youth and I let someone control me for decades. But I was never your enemy.”

Hermione snorted, the tears escaped her eyes, “Do you remember the battle at the Ministry of Magic?”

Lucius looked at her mournfully. “I wish I didn’t. I'm not the person that I was then. Would you please let me reveal the person that I am now?”

Hermione took a deep breath. “I don't know. It's going to take me some time to trust you completely. Are you willing to be patience with me?”

“Yes. If are you willing to let me show you how exciting and pleasurable being my submissive can be,” Lucius replied with a smirk.

“I’m willing to try if you are,” she smiled right back at him.

“Good girl,” he said as he pulled her to him, kissing her passionately on her beautiful mouth.

A/N: Only two more chapters left! Big cookies to my betas how helped my polish this chapter.