Convenient

As he releases her wrists, the girl glances past his shoulder -- an indrawn breath tells him she's noticed the bed -- and then she's scrambling away from him, looking for somewhere to run, finding no escape. Pressing herself into the corner by the door, as far from the bed as she can get, moaning in her throat: "No, no, no..."

"Did you not hear me, Miss Chang?"

He steps forward -- and she strikes out, terrified, desperate, slapping at his hands, kicking his shins. "No! I won't, I won't --"

Lucius recaptures her wrists in an instant, stretching her arms above her head until the pain makes her rise on her toes, and watches with a fond smile as the brief bout of violence ebbs away, leaving her trembling.

"But you will," he says, voice low and intimate. "The choice is not yours, not here, I'll do as I please with you --" He presses closer, thrusting against her stomach. "And what you want or don't want really doesn't matter in the least, my dear -- you cannot stop me."

She chokes on a sob, and tries to struggle again, in vain.

His left hand still grips her wrists; his right reaches into a pocket of his robes. "Use you in any way I choose..."

"No, please no, let me --" She stops.

Her whole body tenses, freezing, as she sees what he holds.

"Beautiful, so beautiful," he murmurs, caressing her cheek with the blade. A knife no longer than his finger, but gleaming sharp. "Now, Miss Chang, there are two ways you may regard this --"

"Don't -- " she breathes. "Oh, don't hurt me, please --"

"Two ways. As a tribute to your beauty, leaving my mark on you..." The knife-tip pauses at the hollow of her throat. "Or perhaps as a lesson -- what may happen to a wayward young lady who dares deny a gentleman his pleasure, let alone strike him." His blade presses down --

The girl is statue-still, not even breathing, eyes tight shut.

-- his blade presses down, but he restrains it -- a tiny cut at the base of her throat, no more, not yet -- allowing himself only a hiss of lust as vivid scarlet trickles down her pure young skin, drawing him to follow it, irresistibly. He captures it between her breasts, over the wildly-racing heart, and consumes it in a long slow sweep of his tongue -- bringing his mouth back to her throat, then to her lips.

"Bleed for me," he whispers, and drops her wrists, wrenching her closer -- one hand at her neck, the other at her waist -- kissing her hungrily, grinding into her, relishing her whimpers and the tears streaming down her face, feeling dangerously close to the edge himself. All too tempting to take her at once, here against the wall.

After a long moment he releases her.

"Well, now... where were we?"

He gestures, and watches in satisfaction as she bends submissively, shaking, to remove her shoes and socks -- leaving her quite naked before him at last.

Lucius reaches out, turns her. "This way, dear child."

The little knife touches between the girl's shoulder-blades, through her black hair, and she walks -- slowly -- the few paces to the bed. Long slim legs, buttocks as flat as a boy's... oh yes, he must have her from behind as well.

"Stop."

A twist, a sudden shove, and she's on her back before him, on the bed, helpless -- he kneels over her, immobilizing her arms between his legs, beneath the weight of his robes. He's breathing hard now, his cock hot for her, throbbing and eager for release.

Slowly, holding her eyes with his own, he unfastens his robes.

"Never seen a gentleman's cock before, have you?"

Silence -- she tries to turn away, but he reaches down with his other hand and nudges her to face him again. "Answer me."

"N-no, sir."

"Very well," he says, stroking himself. "Take a good look -- no, keep your eyes open, Miss Chang! That's it, good girl, look, look at it, imagine it inside you, tearing you open, fucking you hard --"

Her eyes on him -- the anguished, fearful gaze -- it is power running through his veins, rousing him further, making him burn stronger, harder. He throws back his head and laughs aloud.

"And what does a lady do when a gentleman is hard for her? Do you remember?" The glistening head is an inch from the girl's face. "Yes, she serves him -- serves the pleasure of his cock -- in any way he may choose."

He leans forward, sliding the heavy length along her left cheek. "She is glad to do so..." The same for her right cheek, leaving a new smear amidst the tears. "Grateful... honored..." His cock touches her chin. Touches her mouth. "Kiss it, Miss Chang. Show your gratitude."

She tries to cringe away, turn her head, but cannot.

"I said, kiss it."

The hesitant touch, unwillingly soft -- he feels it all the way down to his balls. He groans, rocking forward, rubbing himself against her mouth. And a new idea curves his lips in a smile of deceptive gentleness.

"Shall we begin? Shall I take you now..." He pauses, playing with her like a cat with a mouse. "Or would you prefer me to take care of this myself?"

Her dark eyes are startled, bewildered.

"Without touching you? Would you prefer that?"

She nods frantically, and his smile widens.

"Why, certainly..." He pauses again, savoring the girl's innocent relief. "But you'll have to assist me, of course -- slightly. Agreed?"

An uncertain look -- but his cock-head is still poised at her lips, and she agrees at once. "Yes, sir."

"Good girl," he says, laughing inwardly. "Sit up now, and I'll show you what to do."


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A/N: Muggleman, ElvenDemagogue and Frosty, Anon -- thank you for the reviews! I'm so glad you're enjoying this story. More soon! *g* xxx