The Wedding - COMPLETE

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Updated 2-3-07

Some replies: I'm not sure I did stop before the good part, DB, so you'll have to decide. And Bella, Ginny and Hermione will have a few get togethers, don't worry. Ophelia, Lucius is definitely going to heat up his wife in this chapter (grin), and Ancientgirl, you will see Snape and Ginny's relationship and the color of their bedspread in the bargain - later. LyndieLuv called it perfectly - Lucius needs to feel he's in charge. BuffyXO and 999, I've got a couple of those pesky XY chromosomers in my house so writing the sports scene was a breeze. And I could fanwank and say that Narcissa only went to the World Quidditch match to see and be seen, not to enjoy the game, but truthfully, I was thinking of the movie (Jason Isaacs - need I say more?) and not the book, so basically I just goofed. Citten, I hope you really do look forward to the process of Lucius becoming more perfect because you'll be tested in this chapter. BuckyKattGirl, I love Lucius the way he is, but it is so much fun reforming him that I do it in each new story, the poor fellow. It's sorta like Sisyphus and his rock, I'm forever rolling Lucius uphill. Angel, I appreciate your consistent, sweet reviews, always encouraging me. and Wicraven, I do hope you continue to think this story is great after this chapter. Crossing my fingers here.

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Chapter Seven

Submission


As soon as they arrived, he set her down and walked on into the master bathroom and started the shower, stripping off his clothes and dropping them onto the plush gray rug as he went.


Hermione was a little self-conscious about stripping down, but when she saw Lucius nonchalantly dropping his clothes she decided to jump in with both feet and slipped off her few remaining layers of indoor clothing. She entered the bathroom to see Lucius already in the shower, letting the water cascade over his body. The enclosure was just clear glass and all of him was on view; she was suddenly impatient to touch and taste all that beautiful male skin. He was wetting his hair, lifting those lovely, muscle-hewn arms as he put his head under the shower’s spray. She loved watching those masculine, molded shoulders wrapped with corded muscle that shifted with his movements, and were so exciting to hang onto. Hermione was entranced by the scenery and forgot for a moment to move forward.


Lucius twisted around and saw Hermione standing in the middle of the bathroom, her eyes devouring him. He took in the petite naked form of his wife, and ruefully felt his staff rise to the occasion. He wished sometimes that he could turn the damned thing on or off at will. She might not come into the shower if she thought she was going to get more than clean. Well, of course she was absolutely right, but he didn’t like telegraphing everything ahead of time. His body was certainly not built for subtlety. “The water’s warm and there’s plenty of room. I’ll need my back washed, so hop to it.”


Hermione saw the flagpole and saluted cheekily. The shower had better have lots of warm water. She walked in a consciously seductive fashion to the shower door and opened it, stepping into the generous space and holding her hand out for the soap, which Lucius stood clutching like it was the Holy Grail; her slinky walk and bobbling breasts had increased his heart rate to suffocating. The water was warm but he was suddenly extremely hot. He handed over the soap in a trance.


Hermione lathered up the soap in her hands and instead of washing herself, she went right for the flagpole, hearing Lucius gasp. The lubrication allowed her to fondle all of him easily, from tip to bottom, and she started kneading his balls with her other hand. Lucius was barely breathing, he was so turned on. He gently put his hands on her shoulders and just hung on desperately while he melted from the inside out. He had been deprived for so long that having two sessions in a short time was severely testing his stamina. Lucius closed his arctic eyes, and just felt. Her hands were finding all the most intense pleasure points and he started panting in uneven puffs. His breath hitched at her rubbing him just behind his sac. She slid her hand up his length and gave him the same just under the glans and he nearly exploded. “Precioussssss,” he groaned deep in his throat, just holding on by a thread, until she turned him into the spray briefly to rinse him off, giving him a slight respite. She pulled him back toward her and went down on her knees.


Hermione wanted to be the one in charge for a change. She hadn’t forgotten his play torture of her, frustrating her so much she had nearly wept with it. It was his turn. She slowly kissed his length all along the underside from the tip down to the root, then took a ball into her mouth and rolled it around with her tongue. Her fingers did the same for his other ball. She heard him breathing like a bellows; his hands clutched her wet hair holding her in place. When she felt a slight tremor in his sac, she stopped, and began gently kissing his cock again.


Lucius hissed his displeasure. He had almost come and she’d stopped just at the wrong time, making him hurt. Then his sinuous mind saw her ploy. The little sorceress was paying him back! She’d stopped just at the right time - for her! Her lips were stimulating him to just this side of insanity, but quitting before he could come. “Granger,” he growled. “Don’t play that game with me. I’m a very sore loser.”


Hermione smiled around the tip of his penis, which she had been sucking on happily. “So far, Lucius, you haven’t lost anything. It’s all still in your balls.”


He could feel her snickering, jiggling his staff, and it sent another jolt of desire through him. She was trying to make him crazy and she was succeeding way better than she knew. Abruptly his mind went still.


No! Just…just…no! He couldn’t do this. He had to get her off him. But Gods, if he withdrew from her mouth, he was admitting defeat. Lucius tried to think rationally while he was getting that amazing blowjob. It was almost impossible to do. What man ever walked away from a willing mouth on his cock? How was he going to save face and keep her from winning - from taking him over – taking everything? He looked around the enclosure and suddenly had an inspiration. Hermione wasn’t watching his hands, only his equipment. Lucius reached over her bowed head for the hot water faucet and turned it just a tiny bit, making the water temperature go a little colder. He did it manually so she wouldn’t sense any magic. In a few seconds, he did it again, so that it seemed that the hot water was giving out. Within half a minute, the water was running cold and Hermione stopped sucking his soul out of him.


“Darn it, the water’s getting cold. Your water heater certainly is small. You can do spells easily without your wand. Can’t you spell the water warmer again, so we can finish?”


Lucius looked down at Hermione with a wry expression, “Oh – were you ever going to finish? At least you’re getting as blue as my balls. No, I don’t think I’ll spell the water. Hard luck, but there it is. I’m a spoilsport. So hex me.”


Hermione was starting to shiver again so she stood and got out of the shower enclosure, grabbing a fluffy towel to wrap around herself. When she had finished drying the majority of the water off her, she ran a drying spell over herself, sliding her fingers through her hair to separate the strands as she dried it too. What had gotten into her husband?


Lucius came out of the shower stall with his erection still waving. She just knew if it had a tongue it would be sticking it out at her. Well, she wasn’t through yet. Hermione turned away from Lucius and bent over to dry her toes – one… by one… by one. She slowly and tenderly treated each pinky to a thorough swipe with the towel.


Lucius stood there and watched his wife bending over, wiggling her soft pussy lips at him and suddenly he wanted nothing more than to ram himself into that tempting pink, moist target. Damn it, he was the master here, not her. He set the pace, he made the rules, he owned this playing field. She owned everything else, but this one thing was his. He wasn’t giving it up to her without a titanic struggle and she didn’t know a fraction of what he could do.


He moved up behind her because he knew that’s what she wanted him to do. He ran his long, manicured finger down the center of her wet little pussy and plunged it into her core, wiggling it around. Then he pulled his digit out and walked out of the bathroom, drying himself with a spell and shrugging into his black silk robe.


Hermione jerked up with a little scream, but only saw the back of her husband swinging his tight, pale ass out of the room before a curtain of black silk fell over it. Bastard. She grinned, hurriedly finished her toes, tucked her towel around her, and went after him, but came to an abrupt halt when she entered the bedroom.


Lucius was sitting wrapped in his robe in the comfy chair by the bed, with his knees apart, sprawled so that his genitals were completely exposed. His hands met across his washboard abs and he waited patiently for her to come forward. What worried her the most was the flagpole – it was at half mast.


Hermione hesitated in the doorway. Something was wrong somehow. She looked questioningly at Lucius, nervously tucking her towel tighter.


“Come here, Hermione.” Lucius voice was dark, velvety, and demanded obedience. “Now. I won’t repeat myself.”


“What’s wrong, Lucius?" She saw his face grow somber and she took a few steps toward him.


“We have a few items to discuss and I want you on your knees here when we talk.” Lucius pointed to the floor between his legs.


Hermione had a choice. Go to him and do as he asked. Or defy him and leave. She didn’t want to leave. That thick cock called to her on every nerve ending she owned. His briefly questing finger had only reminded her of what she truly wanted crammed up inside her very damp channel. She saw his flinty expression and belatedly began to realize that he’d truly been warning her – he was a sore loser. Oh-oh.


Lucius watched the varying emotions march across her face in a progression from defiance to deference and back as she decided what to do. He knew the instant she made up her mind. His cock jumped in reaction.


Hermione came to Lucius and gracefully dropped to her knees on the rug in front of him. She looked up at him expectantly and waited.


Lucius stared morosely at her, “You and Arthur have taken everything I owned - everything that gave me substance as a man. Without those things, it’s hard some days to hold my head up and still believe in myself.” He paused for a second, and then went on, “I do thank you for the Galleons. It makes life easier for me in many small ways to have the ability to pay for things again.”


Hermione looked at her husband sadly. She knew she had made an unthinking error in judgment with his life and wanted to repair the gash she had thoughtlessly carved in his pride. He deserved what he got from Arthur, but she didn’t think Arthur had meant to have her treat Lucius as she had; she had never meant to emasculate him. She’d been young and stupid and heedless with her success. What was it he wanted from her in atonement?


Lucius continued, “But now you are trying to take away the last thing I can call my own. In my bedroom, I am still master. I certainly desire to continue having sex with you and so far I’ve enjoyed it very much. But I will not abrogate my right to control the lovemaking. Perhaps if we have more time and sex between us, I’ll let you have more say, but for now, only I will determine what happens between us. If you can’t be satisfied with that, just let me have a whore.”


Hermione saw their shower through his eyes. She had been attempting to control him through sex and he couldn’t bear to be jerked around there, too. To her it was just sex play, but she could see that to him she was further eroding his manhood. She put her hand on his knee and squeezed it lightly. “I see what you’re saying, Lucius. I hope you didn’t think I was doing that from any feeling of superiority. I was just playing and wanted to…” Oh, dear.


“You wanted to call the shots. I do understand it wasn’t meant from any vindictive motive. But I can’t give that up to you. I didn’t even realize it until you tried to take me over in the shower. Sex has always been very important in my life and it’s the one place where I still have any power.”


“Lucius, I accept your rule. You’ll have to tell me whenever I step over your line. I like the sex with you too, which is lucky seeing as how we have a lifetime to get through. I don’t want to introduce any unpleasantness into the bedroom, even inadvertently. I’ll try to be the submissive one, if that is what you want. Please try to view any transgressions as just me enjoying myself with you and not trying to wrest control.”


Lucius needed more than a verbal promise, “If you accept the submissive role, I’d like proof. You can drop the towel and come up here and lie down across my lap, face down.” Lucius cocked an intimidating eyebrow at her sudden pallor.


Hermione had a good idea how she was going to be made to atone for her mistake. She shakily got up and stepped to the outside of his knee, letting her towel fall to the rug. She lowered herself onto his lap, with her bum up and her face down on the side of his other knee. Hermione had never been paddled in her life. Her parents hadn’t disciplined her that way. Taking away her beloved books had always been a far worse punishment than anything corporeal. She awaited Lucius’ punishment with great trepidation, certain she would find it disgusting, let alone painful and humiliating.


Lucius rubbed her rear gently with his hand, smoothing the skin and petting her while he ran his other hand into her hair and massaged her scalp. He waited until he felt her relax against his knees and then he struck her buttocks with a hard slap that echoed in the room. His hand in her hair grabbed hold of the tresses, keeping her face down while he administered countless ringing slaps to her derriere, listening all the time to her mounting, little sobs of pain and embarrassment. She put her hands over her face, but never tried to get up and away from him. Lucius was pleased that she was willing to be submissive even when he was hurting her. He was regaining some of his tattered self-esteem with her humbling.


The spanking she was taking was also helping to paper over some of the many cracks in his ego that she had caused by her inattention to him as a human being. He had a long way to go, learning to live in any kind of harmony with her while seeing his whole life belong under her tiny thumb, but today, he was making a start. He struck her bum until it was red and glowing with heat. He struck until his own hand started to hurt. It was going to be a lesson to both of them. He would never let her control him in the bedroom.


Finally Lucius ran down, his spanks turning into stroking Hermione’s reddened derriere gently. He leaned down, kissed her bum, and pulled her up into his lap, holding her while her sobbing lessened and she tried to stop sniffling and hiccuping. It wasn’t comfortable for her sitting on his lap with an abused backside, but she nestled into him anyway, wetting his chest with the last of her tears, and gaining some solace from the shelter of his comforting arms. He felt her delicate arm slide up around his neck as she pressed her face under his chin, alleviating some of her misery with his addictive male redolence. Lucius rocked her against him, and realized after a few minutes that Hermione had fallen asleep. The pain and upset had done her in and she’d succumbed to exhaustion from a long day of worrying about her peace offering, a quidditch match, and her subjugation.


When Hermione woke up the next morning, she was in her own bed. Alone.
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In order for this to be a long story, Our couple can't have happily ever after by Chapter Seven, so they will have their setbacks. If this is a setback.


Lucius is damaged goods, folks, so Hermione is lucky he didn't throttle her right after being stripped of his 'manhood'. He is trying to make a connection (believe it or not) and of course, so is Hermione. But I love to make the main characters ride a rollercoaster so I'm afraid you'll all need seatbelts with this story.


Reviews are very welcome - it's what makes me love to write for you.