Lucius and the Waif - COMPLETE

The character of Lucius Malfoy belongs to J.K.Rowling. I am only borrowing him for a while. No copyright transgressions are intended and no profit is made.
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Chapter Six – Lea Stays


Lucius was beside himself with anger. He had enjoyed one of the best blowjobs of his life, and his partner wasn’t even in the room with him. Lucius drew his robe across his body, covering his exhausted cock, and stood up. He wobbled a little from the intensity of the oral sex but his mind wasn’t wobbling at all. He was livid. Lucius dragged Lea up by her arm and shoved her back down the hall and into the second bedroom again. He tipped her onto the bed and told her in a quiet, deadly voice that gave her the shivers, “stay there unless you want to suffer the consequences.” Lucius stalked out of the second bedroom and into his own, slamming the door.


Lea didn’t know what to think. Hadn’t she done just what he asked? Had she hurt him? Was that why he was threatening to hurt her? That was what suffering meant, she knew. She wasn’t so sure what consequences were. Lea began to bite nervously at a ragged thumbnail. The wizard’s penis had been much larger and longer than any of the guards or other prisoners. And his sac was just as beautiful as the rest of him, so large and smooth and clean smelling. The old Warden’s appendages were shriveled and so tiny next to the beautiful wizard’s. That brought a slight smile to her face. She hadn’t been able to put as much of the wizard’s cock into her mouth as the others. Maybe that was why he was so angry. Her smile faded again. Lea collapsed back onto the mattress and decided she would worry about the wizard’s anger and the Warden later. Worrying only brought misery and it didn’t change what always happened anyway. She soon lapsed into a deep sleep on a lovely, comfortable bed with real, clean sheets.


Three hours later, the Warden came to Lucius’ rooms asking him where the whore was. Lucius met him at the door, but this time didn’t let him come over the threshold. Lucius had redressed in his formal robes with a snowy white shirt, and matching muted dark blue waistcoat and tie. His hair was pulled back again in a ribbon. He was at his most formidable at that moment if the Warden had had the wit to see.


“Where is Lea?” the Warden demanded unwisely. “She has other prisoners to serve. She shouldn’t have stayed this long. She knows better.” The Warden wanted Lea for himself and was getting tired of waiting for her to return from Malfoy’s rooms.


Lucius regarded the Warden enigmatically, seeing the old lecher’s real reason written plainly on his wrinkled face. Lucius had had some time to cool down, and now that he was not so lust-ridden he was better able to process his experiences with his young sex partner. His keen mind had started to see more reasons for Lea’s mental aloofness than merely his being the cause of her rote responses. And here was another of the pieces of the puzzle to Lea’s behavior, demanding her presence in his own aged bed, if Lucius was not mistaken, and he rarely was, not about hidden agendas. Lucius decided on the spot that Lea was his property for as long as he wished and the old, officious bastard could find someone else for his limp cock.


Lucius smiled without it coming anywhere near his cold eyes. “I have not finished with her. You may have her when I am through. That will probably be in about a month.” Lucius closed the door on the astonished Warden’s face. The Warden banged on the door a few times, then remembered who was on the other side, and took himself off in a hurry swearing viciously but quietly, so no one would hear and tell the powerful dark wizard.


Lucius walked at his leisure back toward the second bedroom, noting that the door was still open just as he had left it in his rage. Inside, he could see that Lea had fallen asleep on her side, curled up into as little a ball as she could with the silken cover over her. She was still wearing his shirt.


Even with her mental dissociation, she had been miles above his regular female in her aptitude for oral sex. What could she accomplish for him if she was truly participating in the act? Lucius had a fleeting twinge over her youth, but cynically decided that she had already been used so much that there was probably no place on her body that was still virgin territory, and her extensive experience was already a fact that he hadn’t had a hand in, so his participation now wasn’t taking advantage of her. Lucius’ convenient conscience subsided without a qualm.


Lucius entered the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed, rearranging his robes comfortably. He leaned across and nudged her shoulder, waking her instantly.


She sat up and almost knocked him off the bed in her haste to back away. When she saw it was the wizard, she relaxed marginally, but stayed at the far side of the bed where she had scooted. Her first recollection was his threat to make her suffer. Was it time now? She hoped she could get over it quickly, whatever it was he was planning. She sat there quietly, hoping not to anger him further so her punishment would be less.


Lucius sat still also, knowing he was stalking a nearly wild animal in human form. After a few moments of each contemplating the other, Lucius asked her, “Are you hungry? Would you like to have dinner with me?” He got no answer, so he continued, “I am having Beef Stroganoff this evening.” No answer. “I have two house elves who see to my needs. They could probably make anything you’d prefer for your meal if you don’t like Stroganoff. And, by the way, you will be living here with me exclusively for a while. No other prisoners or guards or the Warden will be allowed to touch you in any way.” Lucius got up and left her in the bedroom to decide for herself if she wanted the meal.