Freedom

(warning, adult content)



Narcissa paced in front of the mirrors in her room, dreaming up all the ways she could permanently maim her husband. Her personal favorite had him tied down while she very lovingly ran a white hot poker over his skin. Smirking at her thoughts, she glanced at the clock and pressed her lips into a tight line.







How could he abandon them? His only child and his wife for that... thing she couldn\'t even acknowledge as human. She had been the one to stand by his side, she was the one that had to suffer Voldemort in her home because of him. And now to suffer this indignity and disgrace. It was embarrassing!







It only vaguely occurred to her that she should be scared of him, that he would carry out his threat and actually do physical harm to her, but it was only a vague thought. She didn\'t actually believe that he would do such a thing to damage not only his reputation but any chance for him to live a free life. She knew that the Ministry was just itching for any excuse to throw him back into Azkaban for life. Or push him through the veil.







"Mistress Malfoy, ma\'am, master sir is back!" a House Elf squeaked, popping up next to her elbow and startling her a bit.







Giving the creature a scowl, she growled softly and stalked downstairs. Lucius Malfoy was a dead man walking. Schooling her features into a careful mask, she glided down the grand staircase, resplendent in her silk house robe and smiled coolly at her husband giving his cloak to a House Elf. "Lucius. Welcome home. We missed you for lunch today," she said softly.



Lucius had wondered what her opening ploy would be, but that was a bit sad, even for his lovely wife.



"Indeed?" he asked coolly, arching an eyebrow as he looked at her. "Well, darling, you know what they say. Absence makes the heart grow fonder." He wondered if she would take his meaning, that his two years away from Raven had only made him love her more as he\'d realized how much he\'d missed her. He doubted that she\'d acknowledge it, though, if she took his meaning at all. Narcissa was the epitome of self-absorbed. It hadn\'t bothered him once, but now it grated on his last nerve. Really, the sooner he was rid of her, the better for all concerned. At some point this had stopped being only about protecting his daughter and had become a driving need for revenge, too.







Arching an eyebrow, Narcissa gave him a cold look that told him that she knew exactly what he was talking about. "Truly," she murmured, her voice slightly acidic. "That only applies to those who have a heart. Which, last I checked, you were sorely lacking."







She was dropping all pretenses now as she was too angry to keep them up. "Will you be joining us for dinner then? Or have I lost my husband to his two-bit mongrel whore of a daughter?" she sniped, crossing her arms over her chest.







Lucius crossed the room in three steps, his hand lifting and grasping his wife around the throat. His fingers closed over her delicate neck, digging in on either side of her wind pipe as he leaned over and got right in her face. "I will only tell you this one time, wife. Say what you want about me. I perhaps deserve it. But if you ever so much as utter something degrading about my daughter again, so help me Merlin I will rip out your throat with my bare hands. Then there\'s no magical signature to trace. And frankly, I\'d take pleasure in doing it. Your mouth was never all that pleasurable to begin with, but your sharp tongue makes it even less appealing. At the moment, you should be convincing me why I shouldn\'t turn you over to the Aurors for the death of Sylvia." He raised an eyebrow. "Because I\'m fairly sure that you wouldn\'t make it through an interrogation with Veritaserum. Would you, my love?"







Gasping and choking, Narcissa\'s fingers clawed at the strong hand around her throat. She had thought Lucius weak since his return from Azkaban but from his grip, he hadn\'t lost any of his strength. Her eyes widening at his words she tried shaking her head but was only able to gasp a feeble, "No! Please! Lucius! I\'m sorry!"







At that moment, she was afraid of him. She never had been before, certain in her ability to control him, but that control was gone. She was at his mercy now and it looked as though he had none left for her. "Lucius, don\'t!" she gasped, her eyes filling with genuine tears for probably the first time in a long time.



Slowly, gently so that it was almost a caress, he slid his free hand up her arm until he reached the arm sheath where she kept her wand and he carefully disarmed her. Looking into her ice-blue eyes he turned it in his hand and flexed, snapping it in two lest she manage to reclaim it, then dropping the pieces on the floor. A smirk crossed his lips then, and his now empty hand moved to her knee, his fingers inching the silk fabric up her porcelin thigh. "You see how it is now, wife. I\'ve allowed you a lot of freedom in this marriage, much more than most of our peers, because you stood by me and you were a good wife. But you\'ve crossed the line now. I think it might be time for you to learn your place. And I find myself in something of a connundrum. I can\'t allow you free, because you\'ll probably try something tiresome like trying to kill me, or Raven. But I\'d hate to have to imprison my own wife. Why don\'t we go upstairs and you can show me how terribly sorry you are for all the problems you\'ve caused with your self-centered ways and we can discuss what I\'m to do with you... otherwise, I\'ll have to decide on my own what to do about you, and I don\'t think you\'d like that very much."







Narcissa gasped when he broke her wand and she felt completely and utterly defenseless. Looking up at her husband with wide eyes, she made a valiant attempt at regaining her composure, but she couldn\'t help the way her heart beat faster and her breathing grew erratic at his touch. It was part arousal and part fear. "Alright, Lucius. We can talk," she whispered, turning and heading back upstairs.







She could feel his eyes burning holes through her robes but they didn\'t feel like the fiery glance of an impassioned lover. The looks he was giving her that she didn\'t even have to see were full of fury and hate and for a brief moment she regretted losing the Lucius that she had fallen in love with all those years ago. Stepping inside his room, she stopped just inside, waiting for him to make the next move and watching, always watching for an escape. These moments may just be her last if she weren\'t careful.







Lucius stepped into the room and waved his hand so that the magical locks engaged, then called for an elf. One appeared immediately, and Lucius looked at it calmly a moment. "Inform Draco that his mother and I have much to discuss this evening, and that we will not be joining him at dinner. Bring a tray to us in here. We won\'t be leaving the suite tonight." It nodded once and popped away to do his bidding, and briefly Lucius wished that Narcissa could be as obedient as an elf....





That started a thought process that he\'d have to finish later. For now, he had other matters to attend.



Slowly, he unbuttoned his robe and draped it over the back of an armchair, stepping to the sideboard in his shirtsleeves and pouring himself a snifter of brandy before turning back to his wife.



He sighed, heavily, sitting in his favorite reading chair and watching his suddenly timid wife as she stood by the door.



"You do realize you came in here of your own free will. You won\'t be leaving until I\'m convinced you mean no harm to anyone of my blood. Fortunately, you\'ve retired from society already. I can keep you here as long as I need to. No one will miss you. I doubt even Draco would notice unless it was to notice your lack of nagging him over his eating habits. So, wife, what am I to do with you?" he asked, arching an eyebrow.







"I assume my word is not good enough," she replied. her voice hoarse. She shook her hair back off her shoulder and looking at him with a carefully neutral expression. At his passive expression, she sighed. "Didn\'t think so. I\'d have to wonder how Gryffindor you\'d gone if you had accepted that."







Sensing that it was safe enough to approach him, she sat in the other chair in front of the fire, carefully rubbing the bruises on her neck, hiding the winces their pain caused. "I felt I was protecting what was mine," she murmured, wondering if he could even begin to comprehend her side of the story, let alone even care about it. "What would you have done if you had been in my shoes, Lucius? Would you not have done the same?" Her tone was weary and not at all pleading with him to understand.



"Frankly, Narcissa, I don\'t give a damn. It isn\'t, and wouldn\'t, have been the same situation. Had you found yourself pregnant by a lover, you would have ended it or left me. Those are the options available a wife. I took the ones available a husband. I never mentioned her, and I didn\'t acknowledge her to protect you. To let you save whatever face you thought you would lose from it. I see now that it was a mistake. She\'s an amazing girl. Strong and beautiful like her mother. I made the wrong choice. We\'d have probably all been better off had I simply divorced you then. Now... that isn\'t an option."







Only days before she would\'ve said that she would rather die than face a divorce. Now when that prospect could come true, she found herself rather taken with the idea of a divorce over death. Gathering up all her feminine wiles, she stood and slowly sauntered over to Lucius, running her fingers up his arm and across his shoulders as she walked around his chair. "What must I do to save my life?" she murmured, cocking her head and looking at him through her lashes. He found her beautiful once, she hoped that she would be able to use that to at least keep her life. "What would you like me to do?"







She stopped in front of him and very slowly untied her robe, letting it slide off her porceline shoulders and fall in a puddle at her feet. She was pushing fifty now, but she still had the body of a woman at least a decade younger if not a few years younger than that. Her breasts were still high, her stomach flat and unmarred by Draco, her skin was clear and perfect. Any man would have wanted her, most men still did, but she had chosen Lucius and remained mostly faithful to him. "I am yours, Lucius," she murmured, looking up and over at him as she slowly stepped between his legs.







He looked at his wife as she stood in front of him in her knickers and a lacy brassier, and wondered, briefly, what had gone wrong between them. But he knew, deep down. Narcissa was beautiful. More than that, she was perfection in many ways. Even after the difficult years of the Dark Lord, she was still stunningly beautiful. But she was cold. There had never been any of the fire in her or between them that had so stolen his heart when he\'d met Sylvia. And even now, after all these years and with the passion spawned of anger, he still didn\'t feel any warmth from her or for her.



Still, he had lain with her only once since he\'d left prison and in his grief over being unable to find Sylvia or Raven he hadn\'t wanted to take a new lover. So, a man still in his prime, his body responded even if his heart didn\'t.



"You say you wanted to protect what was yours?" he asked, eyebrow once more creeping up. "Funny thing with that, wife, you never seemed all that interested in focusing my attention on you. Your mouth was too busy with other things."



He reached forward and put a hand on her waist, his thumb hooking through the band on her knickers and slowly tugging them down.



"Why don\'t you start by showing me just how much attention you want?" he asked, smirking slightly as he noticed his cock standing at attention inside his trousers. "On your knees, I think...."







She hated giving him a blow job, but she had never told him that. He asked for it so infrequently that it really hadn\'t been an issue before and it technically wasn\'t now. It wasn\'t as if she really had a choice anyway. Stepping out of her knickers and sliding off her bra, she knelt and unzipped his trousers, stroking his hardening cock in his boxers. She wished she could see him naked. Even after the ravages of being on the run with Voldemort and two stints in Azkaban, he was still quite a handsome man.







Smiling coyly up at him, she tugged his boxers and trousers down to his knees and took his hard cock in hand. She leaned forward and slid her tongue up the underside of his cock, tonguing and kissing the head (and trying to ignore the taste of his precum) before sliding her tongue back down to nibble lightly on the base of his head. Running her tongue over the tip she slid her mouth slowly down his hard length, imagining what he would do if she just happened to bite down on his cock.



Fortunately, Lucius was unaware of the thoughts racing through his wife\'s mind, closing his eyes and losing himself in the pleasure of the wet heat of her mouth. With a soft grunt of enjoyment, his hips arched slightly, looking for more depth of their own accord. Raising a hand, he cupped the back of her head almost gently, his fingers tangling in the soft silk of her hair. He didn\'t guide her, not yet, at least, merely enjoyed the feel of the longs strands as they tickled and wrapped around his fingers.







She didn\'t know many tricks but she knew enough about how to touch him to give him the greatest amount of pleasure. Sliding her mouth deeper over his cock, she took him as far as she comfortably could without gagging and bobbed up and down, her hand stroking the thick base. She wanted this over with quickly so she slid her mouth back up his cock and sucked hard on the tip, her tongue running over the slit as her hand pumped up and down on his shaft.



"You\'re being selfish again," he murmured, his fingers tightening in her hair so that the roots pulled tight. "Slow down, or I\'ll guide you," he smirked, putting pressure on the back of her head and forcing himself into her throat so that she gagged on him, holding himself there to show that he could. "You seem to have forgotten, wife, this is about you showing me why I should bother keeping you. You\'re supposed to be making this worthwhile. If you suck worse than other women, what\'s stopping me from putting you aside in some dank cellar to rot and taking another woman to my bed?" he asked coldly. "Perhaps you should ask my daughter for pointers. She\'s apparently had quite a bit of experience because of your actions."







Narcissa froze, her eyes stinging for lack of air and for a long moment she thought she was going to pass out until his grip loosened on her hair and she was able to pull away and take a deep, coughing breath. From his choking to this, her throat was feeling raw and very sore. "I\'m sorry," she whispered, the tears stinging in her eyes more from her dwindling pride for having to do this than from the pain or any remorse. "I\'ll slow down."







When he relaxed again, she moved forward and swirled her tongue around the head of his cock before enveloping it between her lips and back into her throat. She closed her eyes for just a moment, envisioning the feel of his cock between her teeth, the hot gush of blood on her tongue and his beautiful shrieks in her ears before shaking such thoughts away. He had a wand and easy access to it and she had no doubt that the doors were warded to prevent her from leaving. Her life would be forfeit but it would be worth it in the end. Her only regret would be that she wouldn\'t be around to see the aftermath. But she didn\'t do any of that. Instead she threw herself into satisfying him, giving him the best blow job she was able and hoping he enjoyed it enough that it would count toward his sparing her life.



Lucius leaned back in the chair, forcing himself to relax and enjoy the feel of her hot mouth on his cock, the sight of her moving up and down, his shaft disappearing between her lips. It was a sight to behold, or would be, if only he could focus on it. But even as he felt his loins begin to tighten, his hot seed slowly making its way up to gush into and fill her mouth, his thoughts were on Raven and Sylvia.



With a soft groan of pleasure at the thought of Sylvia, he spilled into his wife\'s mouth, his hips pumping as he sought to give her every last, unwanted drop.



He hadn\'t even finished his release before he was giving her instructions. "Swallow it, lick me clean, and then lay on the bed," he told her, not bothering to open his eyes.







Narcissa quickly swallowed his seed, forcing back the instinctive urge to gag. The last thing she wanted was to have to taste him again, but she did as she was told, licking his cock clean and then stood. Her knees ached from kneeling on the floor with no respite and she reached down to rub them, frowning at the red circles on each. Laying on the top of his silk duvet, she stared up at the canopy stretched above his bed and silently sighed. Her pride, what little of it she had left, was stung and the fear from before was returning. Kneeling between his legs with his cock in her mouth had given her a bit of control. It hadn\'t been much, but it had been a little. Here, laid out on his bed, she was completely vulnerable to whatever he wanted to do to her. Here, she had no cock to bite if he got too rough with her. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked softly, turning her head and looking over at him.







Lucius closed his eye a moment, deciding what he was going to do, then with a whispered word, bound his wife to the bed with chains. Usually, when he played bed games, he used silk ropes, but for tonight, he wanted to prove a point. The cold iron chains clanked against the heavy oak of the bed as the manacles on their ends snapped around Narcissa\'s wrists and ankles, locking shut with a snap. With rope, there was always a sense that, with enough patience, you could escape. But not with iron. No, for her, the only way out was through his mercy, and tonight, that was in short supply.





Standing from his chair, he looked over at her as he began to slowly remove his clothing. Naked, the Dark Mark still stood out against his pale flesh, an emblem of what he had been and a warning, though his wife had never seemed to take it.



"Tilly," he called into the hush.



A tiny old elf appeared then, bowing low and not looking at either of the humans.



"I have a special and very difficult job for you. I want you to go back to the hospital where they stored the things Raven was brought in with and steal the collar she had on. Do you think you can do that?" he asked, softly.



"Yes, Master. Tilly can do," she squeaked, popping away.



Now smiling, Lucius stalked over to his prone wife and looked down at her.



"Tell me, Narcissa, how many other lovers have you had over the years?" he asked in a soft purr. "And don\'t bother lying. I\'ll be able to tell and it won\'t go well for you," he warned, beginning the thought process that would allow him to probe her mind.







"A few," she hedged, biting back the tears that stung her eyes. "Three. Maybe four. I can\'t remember. Why?"







The chains bit painfully into her skin and stretched her arms tightly so that it was difficult to move even a little. She wanted to tell him that she got a lover whenever the frustration and loneliness from his lack of caring got too much for her. She\'d let herself care for one of them, maybe even love him, but when she had realized that, she\'d broken it off. Emotions such as love for anyone but Draco, or perhaps Lucius, were not something she could permit herself. She couldn\'t allow herself to think of a happy life full of love when that was not for her; thinking on it too long would drive her mad. She was bound by the edicts of the class she\'d been born and raised in and she wouldn\'t dare dishonor her family by breaking them.



He looked down at her, saddened that their marriage had come to this.



"And yet, you would deny me the same? Tell me, Cissy, does it really bother you that I found pleasure in the arms of another woman? Or does it bother you more that I actually cared for her," he asked, arching an eyebrow. "Because if you are telling the truth, you\'ve taken more lovers than I have. Does that make you a whore? Is that why you\'re so quick to call other women by that name? Force them into that life?" he asked quietly.



She looked up at him and knowing that he was using legilimancy against her, she decided to be completely honest no matter how much it pained her to do so. "You were MINE, Lucius," she hissed painfully. "I didn\'t care if you had a mistress because that\'s the way it\'s supposed to be, but you were supposed to be mine. You have no idea how much I wanted to be in love with you but you wouldn\'t even give me the chance. You kept me as a brood mare and nothing more when it should\'ve been the other way around. You were supposed to keep your mistress for the times I couldn\'t have sex or for any excess sexual urges you had, not care for her in the way you were supposed to care for your wife and make ME the mistress. I only took a lover after Draco was born and you were spending every other night with her. But still, I kept my mouth shut because that was what a wife did. And still I wanted you even though you made it quite clear you didn\'t want me. I almost fell in love once, I could\'ve been happy, but I broke it off because you were more important. The honor of our family was more important. And then I saw that article in the Prophet about your mistress and I felt mortally embarrassed. Everyone does it but that doesn\'t mean they won\'t talk about you behind your back when it becomes public. I wanted revenge. I wanted revenge for all those years you didn\'t want me and for the dishonor you had brought to the Black and Malfoy name.



"And then I saw her. Raven. When I saw her I knew that she was everything to you and I wanted to hurt you like you\'d hurt me." Her eyes were welling with tears but she couldn\'t even dash them away so she held onto them tightly. She pulled on her bonds, arching as much as she could in the tantrum she was throwing. "You were supposed to be MINE!"



"Then take it," he said, thrusting hard into her body. "You wanted to break me? To punish me? You should have known better, wife," he growled. He\'d never been rough with his lovers. Well, not habitually. But this wasn\'t loving. Whatever love had once been between them was gone now. She\'d tried to put him in what she thought was his place, now he was going to put her in hers.



With no tenderness and no mercy, he rode her hard, his fingers gripping her hips as he pushed deeper, fucked her harder, hurting her purposefully and pouring his anger at what she\'d done into her flesh.



Crying out in surprise, she bit her lip against a sob, trying not to show how much it hurt. He\'d never been this rough before and his harsh intrusion in her unready body made the pain that much worse. He was punishing her, but it could be worse so she tried to endure it. Turning her head, a sob escaped her and she tried to arch away from his touch but only managed to arch into him. "Stop! Lucius, please," she cried.



Her pleas only made him angrier. "Oh? Don\'t like to be taken like this? Do you think they stopped when an innocent child cried? When she begged and pleaded? What do you think, wife? When you consigned a child to be raped day in and day out? A child I loved? Why should I treat you better than you decided she should be treated. Do unto others, darling," he said in a cold voice as he rode her harder. "But this is only the smallest part of what she suffered. Two years, wife. Think you\'ll survive what she did?" he asked, one hand reaching up and pinching, twisting her nipple.



She bit her lip harder until she drew blood. "No," she gasped, crying out again at his rough touch. Squeezing her eyes shut she prayed that he would finish and then throw her into her room, but deep inside she knew that that was out of the question. She had fucked with Lucius Malfoy and no one got away with that unscathed or even alive. Her hope that he would be a little merciful because she had been his wife for so long was dying with each harsh thrust and each brutally pinched nipple, though it could be worse... he could be beating her too.



He finished in silence, finding little real pleasure in the act. Leaving her strapped to the bed, he flicked his wand at her, cleaning her flesh, though leaving his seed inside. "Tilly!" he called, to which the elf appeared again. "Did you get it?" he asked.



"Yes, master, sir," she squeaked, bowing low and holding up the collar.



"Good..." he said, feeling more pleasure from the elf\'s offering than the fuck he\'d just had.



Taking the collar from her hands, he knelt over his wife and snapped it around her bruised throat, watching her swallow with some difficulty.



"You have some restitution to make, wife. And you\'ll be making it in full. You\'re wearing her old collar, now. It dampened her magic, now if can dampen yours. You live at my behest. Don\'t forget it. Not that I trust you."



Standing, he moved to a locked cabinet that contained an assortment of wands garnered on the black market while Voldemort was in power. More importantly, they weren\'t his wand.



"Imperio," he said, his voice a soft caress. "You\'re going to behave yourself now, wife. You\'re going to be a model wife and Draco never need know what happens behind these doors. You\'ll keep up the facade in public, and in here, you can make restitution for your crimes against my family. If you\'re good, you\'ll be rewarded. You may even come to like your duties. If you\'re bad, you\'ll be punished like a disobedient elf."



Narcissa felt her will drain out of her and she felt helpless to resist anything Lucius commanded of her. She hated the feeling of utter dependency and helplessness of the imperio curse. She was very much an independent woman so to have that taken away felt worse than the rape.



As he had not specifically given a command, she lay there, staring at the ceiling, feeling her magic slowly seep from her. It was a scary feeling that, had she been able to, would\'ve made her panic. She would do as he asked, not because she felt she deserved punishment but because she wanted to live. In the back of her head where she knew herself and could see everything going on, she wondered if he would keep her under the Imperio indefinitely.



Standing from the bed, he moved, still naked, back to his chair, sitting and picking up his snifter once more as he looked over at his wife, bound and naked on the bed. He could see his seed leaking from between her thighs and felt a stirring of renewed interest. "Perhaps I will keep you as a brood mare," he murmured to himself, smiling at the thought of more children. "Or... maybe not. Perhaps I shall just wait for Draco to provide me a grandson."



After he finished his brandy, he doused the lights with a waved hand and moved to stand over her.



"Now, wife, I will release the bonds and we will begin again. You did say you wanted me, after all. I wouldn\'t be doing my husbandly duties to leave you wanting," he purred into the darkness as he settled in for a long night.