Convenient

He could strip her bare with a wave of his wand, but that would be far less enjoyable. Instead he slips her robes from her shoulders and lets them rustle to the floor. His hands slide down, slow and sure, over her breasts, her ribs, then up again to divest her of the blouse, though she clings to it -- with a startled little cry, as if she's only just realized that he means what he says.

"No," she whispers, "no, stop --"

Lucius laughs. "Stop? Oh no, Miss Chang. You did give me leave to continue, after all."

"But... that was kissing, and -- and things..." She glances up at him, bewildered, and quickly drops her gaze again.

"And surely someone has informed you of -- ah -- the facts of life? You do know what happens after kissing, do you not?"

Delectable, to see her like this: bared to the waist, wearing only a short skirt, knee-high white socks, black school-shoes. The long dark hair hides her face and falls to brush her nipples -- still peaked with desire, or fear. She shivers.

"You don't answer, Miss Chang. Very well..." He pulls her close against his body, hands iron-firm on her naked back. "Let's make it quite clear, shall we?"

"No -- let me --"

"After kissing, and touching, a gentleman becomes hard -- yes, feel that, my dear -- " He places her hand between their bodies. "Feel how hard it is? And then he penetrates the lady, in any of a number of pleasurable ways... that is to say, he fucks her. As I shall fuck you. That is what happens after kissing, and that is what you've given me leave to do."

She whimpers, and struggles, but he holds her easily.

"Yes, I'm going to put this --" He presses himself into her hand. "-- inside you now. Between your legs."

"No -- please, no! --"

There it is, that sweet moment of panic, the first little scream. He laughs again and eases his grip, allowing her to struggle free.

Stumbling over her robes, she rushes to the door.

Still laughing, Lucius turns his back on her and surveys the room -- nothing in it but the chair, three cubicles, and a washbasin with a small mirror over it.

"Hmm..."

He transfigures the cubicles into a large four-poster bed -- the linen and pillows in Ravenclaw colors, for her. In a moment of happy inspiration, he enlarges the mirror to cover the whole of the opposite wall. And all the time he's listening to the sounds behind him: the rattle of the door-knob, then her fists beating on the door -- frantic breaths, whimpers, the gasp when she finds that her wand is gone, and then her cries for someone, anyone --

He turns, waiting calmly for the girl to face him again.

"As you see, I've given us some privacy. We'll not be disturbed."

He unclasps his cloak, removes it with a swirl and a flourish, casts it aside. Then he advances on her, no longer troubling to conceal the hunger in his smile.

She presses herself back against the wall, shaking, arms crossed over her breasts. "Please sir, let me go, please --"

"No... I don't think I will." In one sudden, violent gesture he seizes her wrists and pins them to the wall above her head.

"Please -- don't --"

"Ah, Miss Chang... you grow more lovely with every passing minute," he purrs, looking down at her futile struggles. "But I fear I must take measures to correct you -- correct your attitude."

He unfastens her skirt, lets it slide down, and bends his head to kiss her hard, forcing his way into her mouth. When he pulls back, the tears in her eyes have spilled over, running down her cheeks.

"No," she sobs, "no, please no, I don't want to -- ahh!" The words end in a cry as he pinches a nipple and twists -- only for an instant, but enough.

"I shall indeed have to correct you. My poor girl, you seem quite ignorant of how a lady should behave... Allow me to explain." He strokes her cheek, wiping away a tear. "When a gentleman is hard, a lady strives to serve him. To please him with her hands --" He squeezes her wrists. "-- her mouth --" He touches her lips. "-- her breasts --" His hand brushes them lightly, moving down. "-- her cunt --" He strokes the place between her thighs, still veiled in white cotton. "-- her rear --" His finger slips between her buttocks; she flinches. "-- or any other part of her body he cares to use. Simple enough, surely?"

And he kisses her again, crushing her against the wall as she writhes to break free.

"Besides, you told a little fib just now, didn't you?" he whispers, nuzzling her neck. "Naughty girl, saying you don't want to..." His hand glides down her belly and steals beneath the cloth. "Now, let's see if the sweetest part of you tells a different story."

She cries out when he touches her there, and he chuckles, watching her face contort in humilation as he skims her slick folds and the tender young opening within, its barrier not admitting more than his fingertip.

"Open your eyes, Miss Chang."

She gazes speechlessly at his finger, shining with her own treacherous juices.

"When a lady is this wet... oh yes, she does want to." Wiping his finger across her lips, he claims her mouth again -- though she turns her head from side to side, sobbing, struggling. Then, as he kisses her, he grips the white undergarment and tears it from her body.

"Take off your shoes and socks, my dear. Time for bed."


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A/N: Thank you HEAPS for reviewing, Minerva Ann McGonagall, helewisetran, Sin, Tal, Madeleine! Love you all!!! xxx (and I'm writing next chapter right now!)