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He takes his time arranging the girl on the pillows, propped up against the head of the bed: caressing her thighs as he spreads them wide, bending her knees. Running a finger along the lips of that fresh little opening, now so temptingly exposed, all pink and wet, with only the lightest trace of hair; and it pleases him to see her blush and whimper in humiliation at being so ruthlessly bared to his gaze.

"Let's get you wetter still, shall we?" Lucius leans in and kisses her again, not letting her shrink away. "Yes, sweet thing -- if you're not positively dripping for me after this, I shall be extremely cross -- and you wouldn't want that, would you? So be a good girl now, and do your very best."

He steps back to stand at the foot of the bed, directly in front of her.

A wave of his wand adjusts the lights around the bed so that the girl's whole body is illuminated, offered up to his view as if on a platter; but Lucius himself is hidden in shadows, so all she can see is his hand on the erection jutting out of his robes. He watches, amused, as she flinches from the sight and looks down, only to be confronted with her own parted thighs and exposed sex. Her eyes return reluctantly to his hand and his cock.

"That's right, my dear, I want you to keep looking at me -- you must not look away, nor close your eyes, not even for a moment -- yes, good, that's it. Look at my cock, look at it, think of it, see how hard your pretty whorish tricks have made it -- see how ready it is to take you -- all big and hard for you! It is large, is it not, Miss Chang?"

She nods, wide-eyed.

"Yes... all too large for that tight little cunt you're showing me now, to tease me further! It would hurt you very much to be fucked by this, don't you think so, Miss Chang? It would tear you most painfully, I'm sure -- make you bleed, make you scream, would it not?"

She nods again, mesmerized by his hand moving along the shaft, down and up and down.

"So you're frightened of it, am I right? You don't want me to fuck you?"

She shakes her head quickly, and freezes, tears welling in her terror of angering him with this admission.

"Oh, but I am not finding fault with that," he says, his voice smooth and reassuring. "Your modesty does you credit, Miss Chang! It's only natural - why, it's the most natural thing in the world, for a virgin girl of your tender years, with no experience in seeing to a gentleman's pleasure. Be at ease, my dear -- you do not displease me."

She starts breathing again, and complies readily when he tells her to spread her long dark hair across her shoulders, fan it out to half-conceal her breasts.

"Good girl," he says, "lovely girl, what a picture you make! Let me look at you -- yes, that's our bargain, Miss Chang -- that you shall assist me by looking at me, and allowing me to look at you, as I seek my release. You are willing to grant me this favor, I believe? Good girl, very good... and now -- " He pauses. "And now -- touch yourself."

Her shocked little gasp is exactly what he'd wished it to be. Lucius is using both hands now, one tightening around his cock, the other cupping his balls.

"Didn't you hear me, Miss Chang? I wish you to place your hands between your legs and touch yourself. At once, if you please."

Her hands flutter and her tears flow again as she struggles to obey, caught between her fear and the impossibility of doing something so intimate in front of him, until she covers her face and sobs, shaking her head.

"Miss Chang!" His voice is stern, cold with warning. "Am I to understand that you refuse to oblige me? You renege on our bargain?"

Her muffled "No, no!" is ignored, and in an instant he is back on the bed, looming over her, tearing her hands away from her face.

"Then I shall take you now, with no further delay," he says, moving as if to position himself between her legs, making sure she has a good view of the broad swollen head of his cock, allowing her imagination to work for him -- and he is not disappointed.

Her sobs fall silent at once. "Please, sir," she pleads, in a small, desperate voice, "please, no -- please, I'll be good! I'll do whatever you say, only please don't -- don't -- oh!" Her whole body tenses and quivers as his cock-head brushes across her opening -- once, twice, again. "Please, sir, no! No!" she cries, clutching at him.

"You hardly deserve to be so indulged," he says, disdain dripping from his tone as he releases her and moves away, back to the end of the bed. "However, as I am in a tolerant mood this evening -- very well. You have one more chance to please me, Miss Chang. Arrange yourself as you were before, and touch yourself."

It amuses Lucius, and arouses him even further, to see how quickly she complies -- sitting back against the pale-blue pillows and spreading her hair across her breasts, her gaze fixed obediently on his cock. Once more he enjoys the splendid view of her tiny slit, glistening now with his precome as well as her own wetness as her hesitant fingers move down between her legs.

"Yes, like that, go on -- yes, you know what to do, don't you? I wish you to give me something of value," he says, stroking himself, "a sight no one else has ever seen! Show me how you pleasure youself, show me what you do in the privacy of your bed, when you're all alone -- give me that, Miss Chang -- that is our bargain. Not so very much to ask, is it? Not so difficult? Only do as you always do, let me see you, let me watch... Ah, good girl, yes, very good..."

Her resistance ebbs; her hands settle into what must be their accustomed position and rhythm -- one slim finger of her left hand traces her folds, circling the opening, dipping inside, while the right hand works her clit in rapid circles. And Lucius has no doubt that he's seeing the truth of it, exactly as her first innocent explorations of pleasure have been; the nice, honest girl before him doesn't have it in her to pretend or put on an act, trapped as she is between fear of his cock and the hope of escaping harder use.

"Yes, you must get used to it, my dear," he says, "for you'll find that many gentlemen will instruct you to do this while they watch, or refrain from touching yourself without their permission -- it's quite usual, I assure you."

All displeasure is gone from his tone now, and he sees her begin to relax; his cock throbs and pulses almost unbearably at the sight of the wanton child, naked and open, fingers busy between her legs.

But he holds himself back. He will not come, not yet. He'll have more of her; he'll take it all.

"Is this all you do, I wonder?" he asks abruptly, making her jump. "Do you ever... Miss Chang, stop!"

Her hands are instantly still; her obedience delights him.

"Do you ever taste yourself, my dear?" he asks, and when she shakes her head in bewilderment, he laughs and adds: "Do it now. Your left hand -- go on, I want that finger in your pretty mouth, now."

She is a vision of loveliness, lips puckered around the guilty finger, tasting her own arousal at his command; another moment, and Lucius orders the finger back to her cunt -- then, at a sudden whim, to her breasts -- and she does as he bids her, painting her dusky nipples with her wetness, arranging her hair so he can see the slick little buds.

"Good, very good... Now, touch yourself again, and don't stop -- keep looking at me, yes, like that -- don't stop -- you may come if you wish, sweet girl, but you're not to stop playing with your cunny until I give you leave -- do you understand me? Good girl, that's my good girl..."

He keeps her at it for long moments, enjoying her silently, before he speaks again.

"And do you indulge yourself often, Miss Chang? I believe you do -- oh, I can see how you love it, of course -- in your bed, all alone in the dark, keeping very quiet as you come -- let me guess -- once a week, perhaps?"

Though she catches herself before she can look away from his cock, the twitch betrays her, and he laughs again.

"No, surely not -- every night, Miss Chang? Truly?"

A blush answers for her; the little slut bites her lip in enchanting embarrassment, and Lucius clamps a hand around the base of his cock to stop himself losing control.

"Very good," he says, "and perfectly natural, again, for it only means that you're ready to start pleasing gentlemen now, ready to start being used as you should be. I do understand you, indeed I do -- how you need to touch yourself there, how you need to come and come! But it's not quite enough, is it, my dear? You want something more, don't you? Yes, tell me what you need -- tell me, what do you think about, when you rub yourself in the dark?"

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A/N: Yes, there will be more of this soon, I have another chapter half-done.

Feels great to get back to this story, after so long (sorry!), and I hope I can actually finish it this time. It's turning out to be a lot longer than I ever expected.

Reviews help a lot, LOL! Thank you, reviewers -- love you all!