Girl Talk

Scenario 7: The Tease









Hermione yawned and stretched as the early morning sunlight came streaming through her window. Her movement was hampered slightly by the long arm stretched over her abdomen. She turned her head on the pillow to stare at the big blond sprawled across her rather small bed. Her double bed was nothing compared to the obscenely large bed at his house and he told her often enough that it wasn’t nearly as comfortable. Yet he still insisted on staying the night when she wanted to sleep in her own bed.







His face was hidden beneath his hair but she could hear his soft snores. Lucius slept like the dead, sprawled across the bed, his inborn sense of entitlement carrying into his subconscious as he appropriated the majority of the mattress. Her handmade quilt was cast to the floor, the top sheet tangled around his hips. It was a good thing that the man seemed to have body heat to spare or she would have frozen to death since he had an aversion to sleepwear, hers as well as his own.







She slid from beneath his arm, laughing softly when he groaned and his brow furrowed. She made her way to the bathroom, closing the door softly as she set out to get ready for work. While she was tending to her daily ablutions she began thinking about her relationship with Lucius thus far.







He was clever, rather witty in an arrogant sort of way; his jokes were almost always at the expense of another. He was exceptionally intelligent and able to hold conversations pertaining to subjects other than beer, Quidditch and breasts, though he could converse on those topics fluently if called upon. He was considerate, something she hadn’t expected from him. Assuming the worst seemed to be a habit of hers, one she was trying to break. She had assumed he would hide her, wish to keep their association a secret but he wasn’t being secretive at all about it.







The funny part was that while they were openly spending time together people just assumed that there was no way in any level of hell that the two of them were intimately involved and therefore cast of their continual sightings together as being business related. Oh how shocked those people would be if they knew that the two of them slept together nearly every night.







She smiled at that thought. She hadn’t slept alone in over a month. Lucius slept over with her or she slept over with him, once or twice they had slept over at a luxury hotel. Lucius was a rather indulgent lover, always trying to gift her with things or take her away on elaborate holidays. He was having a hard time with the fact that she wasn’t impressed with the shiny baubles and fancy getaways. He gave her diamond earrings and all he got was a thank you and a kiss, he gives her leather bound journal he bought on a whim because she was always jotting down notes and she breaks down into tears because he was so sweet.









For Lucius she must seem strange and simple, plain. But he didn’t seem to mind plain so much, she thought with a smile. In fact he seemed to enjoy it quite a bit if his constant seduction was anything to go by. That was how he made her feel, as though he were constantly seducing her, wooing her. He seemed to enjoy fulfilling fantasies and creating new ones for them to share. She was coming out of her sexual shell more and more because she had finally accepted that there was nothing he wasn’t willing to do for her. Whatever desire she may have she knew she could voice it to him without recrimination; she just had better make sure she was prepared to go through with it because he would find a way to make it happen.









She still had difficulty looking Ginny in the eye after the trip to the members only club he had taken her to. She couldn’t believe her friend had watched them having sex, or that she had enjoyed it. She felt a little guilty, for although she had agreed to be in the relationship with him she was still reserved to some degree. She was still holding a part of herself back, always letting him initiate their intimacy. More and more she was feeling like she was taking and taking yet never giving anything in return.







She smiled at her reflection as a little plan began to form. She could be just as bold, just as adventurous as he could. She had begun seeking advice from Ginny on the matter. The red head was a bold creature, shameless and brazen, sexually liberated and she reveled in all things carnal. She was a veritable font of erotic information and resources. Their most recent conversation came flooding to her mind;





”Seducing a man isn’t really all that complicated, Mione. For the most part all you need to do is have a pulse.” Ginny said as she stretched out on Hermione’s sofa.





“Not so loud, he’s sleeping in the other room.” Hermione frowned as she looked back over her shoulder at the closed bedroom door.







“Does he sleep naked?” Ginny asked smiling as she followed Hermione’s gaze to the door.







“As a matter of fact, he does, but you saw enough at that castle, I’m not taking you in there to ogle my wizard.” Hermione said, her cheeks flushing just a little.







“Actually he kept it so I didn’t see anything at all the sneaky git. I saw what you were doing but the room was dark and he made sure that your clothing fell so that I didn’t get a look at the good stuff.” She laughed.







“Well for that I’m grateful. I still can’t believe you watched!”







“It was worth it, he is something else and you are one lucky witch.”







“I know that…but back to my problem…Lucius is always the one who plans everything, he is the seducer, the instigator. Do you know I don’t even kiss him or touch him first, he always makes the first move and I feel badly for that. I feel like I’m not pulling my weight in the relationship, like I am not showing him that I care and reciprocate his feelings.” Hermione said as she clutched the throw pillow in her lap. “And while simply having a pulse might work for other men, Lucius is not so simple.”





“Well, from what you have told me and from what I have seen with my own eyes, inhibitions are something that Lucius lacks, but you have in spades. You need to drop them a little, Mione. Be bold.” She said smiling.







“Bold? I have had sex in front of you, in my office, in the middle of a ministry fund raiser, in nearly every room of his blasted manor aside from his kitchen and that’s because I don’t think he has any idea where it is or we would have done it there too! How much bolder can a witch get?”







“Ah but those were all his ideas.” She said. “Start out slow, be affectionate, whisper naughty things in his ear, tease him.”





“What sort of naughty things?” Hermione asked, her cheeks flushing.







“How in the world did you ever get the nerve to go see him in the first place, Hermione? Your cheeks are going to burn right off if you keep blushing like that!”







“I can’t help it! Not everyone can be as … free… as you.”







“Of course they can! Alright, here is what you do…”







Ginny had proceeded to teach her just how to talk to a wizard to have him panting and begging like a puppy at her feet. Hermione was nervous as she swallowed back the potion that would keep her cheeks from flaming as she put her plan into action. It would also serve to relax her inhibitions just slightly.







When she was finished with her hair and makeup she made her way into her closet. She carefully selected a pair of her raciest knickers and the matching bra, slipping into them before she chose her clothing for the day. She carried her dress out of the closet, still on the hanger, singing softly to herself as she did.







She stopped in front of her bureau, watching Lucius’s reflection covertly in the mirror. Her movement and singing had drawn him from slumber and he lay on his stomach, his head cradled on his arms while he watched her through heavy lidded eyes. She could see the flames smoldering in their silvery depths as she stepped into the form fitting dress, making sure to give her hips a little shimmy as she pulled it up and slid her arms into the sleeves. She used her wand to spell the zipper closed; all the while she continued to sing softly, swaying slightly to the tune in her head.







He couldn’t look away. She was lovely in the soft morning glow as she readied herself for the day. He had spent yet another night in her little bed, loving her for hours before tucking her into his arms to sleep. He couldn’t believe the peace he found with her. He actually rested; the nightmares that often plagued him were kept at bay when she was with him.





She was happy this morning, softly singing an old Beatles tune to herself.





I want to hold your hand…I want to hold your hand…oh please, say to me...







“Good morning.” He said softly, his voice rough from sleep. Hermione turned to the bed and smiled before coming over to sit on the edge and stare down at him.





“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.” She said, leaning over to kiss him softly. His brow furrowed and an odd little smile tugged at his lips. She really was in a good mood; she was usually rather distant and never offered him her affection so easily.





“It’s still early, why don’t you slip out of the dress and let me have a closer look at those knickers.” Lucius waggled his brows at her suggestively and reached up to run his finger along the curve of her cheek.







“I have to go in and make sure all is ready for the board meeting this afternoon. Since we have come in under budget the previous two projects I am hoping they will approve the Hogsmeade Playground development.” She said. “Not that the sight of you naked and hogging my bed isn’t tempting.”





Lucius wasn’t sure what to think, her behavior was so unusual yet her affection was something he had longed for and was more than welcomed. He just wondered what had brought on the sudden change. She pulled her lower lip between her teeth and tilted her head to the side, pushing the sheet off of his hips to reveal his tight, muscular backside. She sighed in disappointment as she admired the smooth, golden skin.







“Shame I need to go…such a waste of a perfectly naked wizard.” She said, smoothing her hand over his bum.





“You don’t need to go, you have been ready for this meeting for over a week, I have looked over your budgets and proposals personally and every I is dotted and every T is crossed…you can stay and start the day off right with me.” He purred, lifting his head to nuzzle her breasts.





“Wish I could.” She said, sliding her hand up his back to cup the back of his head. “I like sleeping with you, have I told you that before?”





Lucius looked up into her eyes and shook his head slightly.





“No, you haven’t.” He said, his heart pounding in his chest.





“Well, I do. Very much.” She whispered, leaning down and brushing her lips gently against his for a few moments. “I will see you later at the meeting.”







“Are you free for dinner tonight?” He asked.





“I’m sorry; I have plans with Gin for dinner.” She said sliding from the bed and slipping her feet into a pair of black pumps.





“Luncheon?” He asked, rolling onto his back, completely unabashed by his nudity or his arousal as he folded his hands behind his head.





“I have a lunch meeting with Kingsley.” She said, staring at his erection with a soft smile. She loved that he was in that condition because of her.







“So I don’t get to see you at all today?” He asked, somewhat irritated. He would willingly admit that he had crossed a line inside himself when it came to her, one he had not crossed with any woman since his wife died. He was possessive, almost obsessively so when it came to her. He didn’t want to share her with anyone, not her friends, not her colleagues, he wanted to take her to his house and lock her inside where she was his and his alone. It was unreasonable and frightening, and he knew it, but it didn’t make those feelings go away.







“You will see me in the meeting.” She said, longing to reach out and stroke him.







“What about after your dinner?” He asked.







“It might be a little late when I get back.” She said, slipping a small set of pearl earrings into her ears. “Perhaps we could meet for breakfast in the morning?”







“No, I want to see you tonight, I don’t care how late it is, you will come to my home after dinner.” He said, frowning at her as she pulled on her robes.







“We’ll see.” She said. She stood at the bedside and couldn’t resist leaning in for one last kiss. “I’ll miss you.”





She smiled and waved at him over her shoulder as she left her bedroom and floo’d to work. Lucius lay there in her small bed and tried to figure out just what was going on with his normally reserved witch. He rather liked the attention she had paid him, the compliments and sweet affection. It made him feel as though she were finally taking him and his feelings for her seriously. He hoped that were true.







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Hermione gathered up her files and shoved them into her satchel as she prepared for her meeting. She slipped into her private bathroom and brushed her teeth, worried about her breath, when she heard someone enter her office.







“I’ll be right out!” She called, finishing up quickly. She washed her hands and refreshed her lip gloss before exiting. Lucius was sitting in one of the plush velvet chairs in front of her desk, his emerald green robes spread around him. His walking stick was leaning against her desk and he had his hands resting loosely on the arms of the chair. He looked a little sulky sitting there and she found it adorable. Not that she would ever say that to him. “I wasn’t expecting to see you until the meeting.”







Lucius turned his head and his stomach tightened. She was standing in the doorway smiling, happy to see him from the looks of her. She made her way to him, placing her hands over his on the arms of the chair and bending down for a kiss. He obliged her, pressing his lips against hers gently.







“I thought I would walk with you.” he said. She smiled and brushed her lips against his once more. “You are in a rather affectionate mood today, Hermione. To what do I owe this pleasure?”







“I don’t know, I just feel like loving on you a little bit.” She said, rubbing her nose against his. “You don’t like it?”







“On the contrary.” He said softly, turning his hands over and clasping hers. “I was just wondering if there was something you were wanting from me.”





“If there were anything I wanted from you, Lucius, I would simply ask you for it, I would never use affection or sex to manipulate you.” She said softly, kissing him again.







“No, you wouldn’t would you?” He smiled at the thought, a woman who would not use her wiles to get her what she wanted, and she was his.





“If I am showing you affection or making love with you, then it is because I want and need to be with you, not for any other reason.” She said. “In fact, I want nothing more than to lock the door, crawl into your lap and take you inside me right now, but we need to go to the meeting.”





She straightened and smiled down at him, then turned to get her satchel from the desk. Lucius stood, adjusted his robes to hide the bulge pressing insistently against the front of his trousers then took it from her and she laughed when he slung it over his shoulder. It was just so strange to see the formally attired wizard carrying her beat up leather satchel.







“You look amused.” He said.







“I am, my worn out old bag looks a bit odd against robes that cost a small fortune.” She laughed.







“Then perhaps I should purchase a bag for you that better suits my wardrobe.” Lucius held out his arm for her, basking in the warmth of her smile.







“My old one is fine.” She said. Instead of taking his arm as he expected she reached for his hand and began walking towards the door. Lucius hadn’t held hands with a woman in public since he was a very young man. He knew that as soon as they stepped into the corridor together, their fingers twined as they were, that everyone would know the truth. Not that he minded, but she seemed content to let people wonder. He wished he knew what had changed. He was thrown a little off course by her sudden change.







People stopped to stare, just as he expected they would. He heard the muffled comments of surprise, the ‘I told you so’ remarks and smug grins as peoples suspicions were confirmed by the sight of him and the tiny witch walking hand and hand down the hall. She called for the lift, seemingly oblivious to the goings on around them as she stood at his side.







When the door slid open they stepped into the empty interior and Hermione pressed the button for the Cabinet floor. The lift moved back sharply, then to the left. Without warning Hermione turned and pressed Lucius back against the wall. She stretched her body along the front of his, her hands clasped behind his neck as her lips devoured his. Lucius gasped, she was kissing him in public, or semi-public at any rate.







He wrapped his arms around her, letting her satchel fall to the floor with a thud as his hands slid over her back, pulling her closer as the lift moved through the ministry. Her tongue darted into his mouth and he sucked gently, nibbled the little marauder lightly as his tongue stroked over hers. He smirked slightly against her lips.





“You’re smirking, Lucius.” She said, raining tiny pecking kisses over his lips and chin.







“Am I? Mayhap it is because your continued loving on me is a constant source of surprise.” He said softly, his hands sliding over her bottom to pull her tighter against him.







“Are you complaining?” She asked.







“Not at all.” He said, kissing her softly. Department of Mysteries the disconnected female voice chimed as the lift slowed to a stop. Hermione and Lucius pulled apart and she turned around to face the doors as they opened and several people filed in, including Arthur and Harry.





“Hello Mione, Mr. Malfoy.” Harry said, an odd smile on his face as the elevator began its journey once more.







“Hello Harry, Arthur.” Hermione said. Arthur looked up from what appeared to be a muggle electronics catalog to greet her with a soft smile and a slight glare for Lucius. She heard him grunt behind her and she pressed her bottom back slightly, rubbing her arse against his erection straining against the front of his trousers. She felt his sharp exhale down the back of her neck and smiled.







“Where are you off to?” Harry asked, still smiling oddly at Lucius.







“Board meeting.” Hermione said, allowing the rocking motion of the lift car to help her rub up against the wizard behind her.







“Are you really?” He asked as the elevator doors opened again. “Well, I hope it goes well for you.” Harry said as he and Arthur followed the others out. He put his hand in front of the door and leaned in. “Oh, nice lip gloss by the way, Mr. Malfoy. That shade of pink shimmers beautifully in the light.” His hysterical laughter was the last thing they heard as the doors began to close.





Hermione glanced up at Lucius and smiled, sure enough his lips were glossy and shimmering in the elevator’s dim light.





“Well that explains the smiling.” Lucius said as he wiped his lips with a handkerchief. “I was starting to worry that the boy fancied me.”







“I wouldn’t blame him if he did.” Hermione said, cupping her hand over his fly and squeezing the painfully erect member behind his zipper.







“You are playing with fire, little witch. Soon you are going to get burned.” Lucius drawled low. Her hand was stroking him through the woven silk of his slacks, her little fingers pressing into the vein throbbing along the underside. Department of Muggle Relations the disembodied voice chimed.





Hermione removed her hand and turned around as the doors opened and several people joined them in the lift. She was crowded back against him, not that she minded. She turned slightly and lifted onto her toes, encouraging him to tuck his head so she could whisper in his ear.







“Have you ever…fucked…in a lift before, Lucius?” She asked, her breath hot on his ear, her tongue darting out to flick his lobe gently. He drew back with a muffled curse, his eyes meeting hers, filled with heat as the silver/blue pools narrowed with lust. She had the nerve to smile at him and once more turn her back, her rounded backside pushing back against him.







Standing as he was in the corner it gave her the perfect opportunity to take things a step further. She reached behind her and captured his hand with hers. Slowly she brought it to her hip beneath her robes and began grinding her hips back against him rhythmically. She heard his soft growl and felt his hand biting into her hip as he pressed his hips forward and into her. Little by little the lift began to clear of people, all of them oblivious to the illicit behavior of the couple in the corner.





She moved away from him, to his disappointment, when it was just the two of them and one elderly wizard who kept nodding off as he leaned against the wall. Finally the old man stepped out and they were once again alone. She squealed when she found herself thrust back against the wall with a very aroused, very frustrated wizards pressing between her thighs.







“Did you think that was amusing?” He growled, grasping her hands and pressing them above her head into the paneled wall. “As a matter of fact I haven’t fucked in a lift before, but we can remedy that now you little minx.” Administrative Offices of Minister Shacklebolt the voice announced.







“Seems like we’re out of time.” She cooed, smirking up at him. “We have a meeting to attend.” With a curse he released her hands and thrust himself away from her, readjusting his robes as he glared at her.





“There is something going on with you today, Hermione, and I fully intend to discover what it is.” He said softly.







“There isn’t anything going on with me today, Lucius.” She smiled, smoothing her dress as she stepped past him. She lifted up and bumped his nose with hers. “Maybe you are just particularly irresistible today?” She stepped out of the lift and headed towards the board room with the befuddled and aroused wizard only a few steps behind her.



















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Lucius was trying desperately not to fall asleep as an aged wizard droned on and on about the development of a wizarding retirement community. Hermione had been the first to present her proposal to the cabinet. They had approved the playground project immediately as well as the funding, though even if they hadn’t she would have gotten her playground for he would have financed it personally because it meant something to her.





“Let me show you some examples of other retirement communities from other wizarding societies. If someone would turn down the lights?” The old man said as he tapped his wand against the wall and a slide projector eased out. Lucius groaned and Hermione chuckled softly as the room grew dark and the projector began clicking through various photographs.







“I’ll be ready for the retirement community before this old fool finishes his blasted proposal!” Lucius grumbled. Hermione smiled and laid her hand on his thigh beneath the table. They sat there for a few minutes like that, in the darkened corner of the board room, her hand resting gently on his thigh while the wizard continued to go over the same points again and again.







Slowly her fingers began to move, lightly caressing the crease in his trousers for a few moments before they began to journey up his leg at a snails pace. He didn’t try to deter her, fascinated and enthralled by his amorous companion and her behavior. He was curious to see how far she would go.





He wasn’t disappointed as her fingers tucked themselves into his groin, her nails brushing against his cock and balls, sending little jolts of electricity through him as he began to lengthen and harden beneath her touch. He uncrossed his legs and parted them to give her unrestricted access to him if she so desired. Apparently she desired because no sooner had he moved than her hand slid between his legs to cup him fully.





“Careful what you start, witch, you have been teasing me since you got out of bed this morning and I am getting anxious.” He whispered.





“Are you calling me a tease?” She asked quietly, lowering his zipper and sliding her hand inside to find him hot, thick and hard, ready for her.







“That’s exactly what you are.” He said, his hand folding around hers and guiding her in a slow, steady stroking motion for a few minutes before bringing her hand up to his mouth and sucking on her fingers, running his tongue over her palm and guiding her hand back to his erection. “That’s better.” He said as her wet hand slid over him. He leaned forward, folding his hands on the table as she continued to touch him, her grip firm as she fisted him over and over. He felt his balls draw up tight and knew he would come from her caress.







Just as he braced himself for the impending orgasm the projector clicked off and the lights came on.







“Gods damn it!” Lucius hissed as her hand abruptly released his aching shaft. He discreetly adjusted his clothing and erection beneath the table, watching the witch beside him grin at his discomfort. “I’d stop smiling if I were you.”







“Oh lighten up, Lucius, it’s not the end of the world.” She said as Kingsley adjourned the meeting. Lucius grasped her arm and pulled her into the corner.





“Cancel your dinner plans.”







“No.” Hermione said. “We have reservations at Carlo’s and those are hard to come by.”







“Then I expect you to be at my house immediately following dinner.”







“I told you we would have to see, I don’t know what else Ginny has planned for us.”









“Don’t push me, Hermione. You have been teasing and tormenting me all day and I intend to collect.”







“Stop snarling, Lucius. I’ll let you know.” She said, lifting up to kiss him softly before she left the board room and headed to her office to get ready to meet Ginny. She was somewhat shocked to walk in and find Lucius standing there leaning against her desk.







“How did you get in here before me?” She asked.







“There are other ways of getting about the ministry that do not require the lifts.” He smirked. “Now, close the door and come here.”







“Why?” She asked, suddenly nervous.







“Close the door and come here.” He said again, slowly, each word enunciated clearly. She gave the door a little push and it closed behind her with a soft thud. She jumped when she heard the lock click behind her. He was so relaxed as he sat back against the wooden surface, his legs slightly apart, his robes shoved behind him, one hand rested on the serpent ornament on his cane and the other was beckoning her closer with a crooked finger.





“You aren’t going to spank me again are you?” She asked, the tremble in her voice revealed her excitement at the thought. Lucius gave her a wicked little grin and a wink.







“Would you like me to?” He asked, noting the way her cheeks flushed. She didn’t say anything as she stopped between his open legs. “I can see you aren’t adverse to the idea. That’s good to know, however right now I have something else in mind.”







“I have dinner reservations, Lucius.” She said softly.







“I know.” He clasped her face in his hands and tilted her head back, his thumb running over her lips. “You have been tormenting me all day, Hermione.”







“I’m sorry.” She said, her tongue slipping out to brush against his thumb involuntarily. He growled softly.







“Tell me why. Why the sudden change? I’ve been trying to figure it out all day and I keep coming up blank. You want nothing from me, yet you have been, to use your phrasing loving on me since I woke up this morning. I have been walking around with a raging hard on that wont go away thanks to you. My balls ache, witch.” He couldn’t resist sliding his thumb between her lips and running it along her lower teeth.







“I just felt it.” She said, closing her eyes as he continued to stroke her lips lightly. “I’m sorry if I embarrassed you in public. Is that why you are upset with me, because I held your hand and let everyone see?”







“I’m not upset with you at all. I told you once before, I could care less what other people think about me, they are all mindless sheep in my opinion.” He looked into her eyes, trying to decipher just what it was he found there. “No, I am not upset with you. I rather like having you touch me, kiss me just because you felt like it.”





He felt her hands come to rest against his chest and she leaned into him, her shoulders relaxing. She sighed and closed her eyes, her hand curling into a fist against him.







“I don’t want you to think that it is all one sided.” She whispered. “That I don’t return your affection, your passion. I just don’t know…you are so different from the men in my past, I don’t know what is…proper…and what isn’t with you.”







Lucius felt the bottom drop out of his stomach as he looked at her. She had tilted her head to the side and was rubbing her cheek against his palm, her eyes closed as she sought his touch. He loved the way she responded to him, over time she relaxed more and more, accepting, trusting that he cared for her and didn’t want to hurt her.







“I am a man like any other, Hermione. I am happy to accept whatever affection you wish to offer me.” He said. “Hold my hand, put your arm around me, your hand on my thigh, and kiss me when you feel the need. I want you to be open and honest with me about your feelings. I am as much yours as you are mine.”







“Lucius.” She whispered his name softly, turning to kiss the center of his palm. “I’m sorry I left you wanting in the meeting.” She said, her eyes opening slowly to stare into his.







“Ah yes…you distracted me, my sweet.” He said, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. “I was going to address that little incident.”







“I’m sorry; he had gone on so long I just figured we would have time before the lights came on.” She said, her teeth sinking into her fleshy bottom lip.







“That’s alright; you are going to make it up to me now.” He drawled. “Get on your knees, Hermione.” He didn’t miss the way her breath caught and her pupils dilated. He had already figured out that she got excited when he used that commanding tone with her.







“Now?” She squeaked. Glancing over at the clock on her desk.







“Now.” He laid his hand on her shoulder and pushed her gently. She went to her knees slowly, her hands resting on his thighs as she stared up at him. “Finish it.”





She licked her lips and reached for his belt, slowly undoing the silver buckle. She unfastened his trousers with a gentle hand she reached inside and wrapped her fingers around his semi erect cock. She stroked him slowly, gently, feeling him throb slightly beneath her touch.





“Suck me, Hermione.” He said, his eyes hot as he laid his hand atop her head and guided her closer. She hadn’t really performed oral sex on him that often, he always seemed so eager to be inside her that there hadn’t really been a chance to indulge in the act. She had to admit that she was aroused by the practice, especially the tone of his voice as he ordered her to service him.





She ran her tongue over her lips and parted them slightly, her tongue sneaking out to swipe over the tip, circling the flared head. She licked along the shaft, her tongue pressing up against the vein that pulsed along the underside. She took him into her mouth, sucking firmly and sliding her lips over him. She could feel him hardening completely, swelling and lengthening against her tongue.







“That’s it.” He growled, his hand tightening in her hair as she sucked, licked and slid her lips over his turgid shaft. “Use your hands.” He groaned when one soft, cool hand encircled the base of his shaft and the other cupped his balls, rolling them gently in their sac. She learned well and quickly, he thought as she brought him to the edge. “So good….don’t stop, keep sucking.” He said, thrusting his hips up and between her lips.





Things were getting a bit wet and sloppy as she moved her mouth over his cock, sucking, licking and stroking him as he moaned and panted, his fingers digging into her curls, pressing her head down as he pushed forward.







“Relax your throat, Hermione, and slide me back slowly.” He gasped when she followed his instructions and he felt the tip of his cock bump the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, pulling back and then trying again until she had overcome the reflex and had managed to take over half of him into her mouth. “Gods you are incredible!” He moaned. “Harder…” He began pushing his cock between her lips with more force, his groans getting rougher and louder.







She was stunned as she stared up at him, his eyes closed; his lips parted slightly, pleasure radiating from his expression. He was being slightly rough and demanding, more so than his usual passionate self. She felt a little fearful but the fear was easily overcome by arousal. His eyes snapped open and his hands slid to her cheeks as he looked down into her eyes.







“I’m going to come…in your mouth…” He growled. She whimpered, the vibration of the sound stimulating him further and he began to pulse, his release spurting into the back of her throat. She panicked for a moment and then began to swallow, sucking hard on the tip of his cock as he shuddered and moaned.







He eased his softening member from between her lips and exhaled slowly, his thumbs caressing her wet, swollen lips. She slowly tucked him back inside his trousers and righted his clothing before she rose from her knees and leaned into him, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck.







“Are you alright?” He asked, his hands caressing her back. He worried that perhaps he had pushed her too far.







“I’m fine…but I want you so badly right now.” She breathed against his ear. “I ache with the need of you.”





He couldn’t fight the smug smile on his lips.





“Then I suggest you not dally during dinner. You will come to me?” He asked.





“I’ll be there.” She agreed.







“Good.” He pulled back and kissed her soundly, slapping her backside for good measure before grabbing his walking stick and heading to the door. “Enjoy your dinner.” He said with a smirk and a wink as he slipped out the door.









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It was late when Hermione stepped through the fireplace into Lucius’s bedchamber. She still couldn’t believe she had unlimited access to his inner sanctum, that he trusted her so deeply. He was sleeping, sprawled on his stomach, one elegantly arched foot dangling off the side of his bed. She undressed quietly and pulled back the blankets, sliding slowly between the sheets.







“Mmmm…..welcome home.” Lucius mumbled sleepily, his arm stealing around her waist and dragging her across the sheets to tuck her beneath him.







“I’m sorry I woke you.” She whispered as he slid between her thighs, settling himself in the cradle of her hips comfortably.







“Don’t be.” He whispered, kissing her softly. “How was your dinner? Did you talk about me?”







“It was fine….and of course we did.” She replied, gasping when his lips began to nibble at the side of her throat. “I can’t seem to help myself, you consume my thoughts.”







“I want to consume all of you.” He breathed against her collar bone just before he lowered his head to suck hard on one tight little nipple. She arched her back, pushing more of her breast into his mouth as her pussy heated, swelled and grew slick with want.





“I need you.” She cried, her fingers digging into his arms.







“Now?” He lifted his head and arched his brow at her impatience.







“Now…please….” She shifted her hips so that the tip of his cock pushed between her folds, bathing the head in her slick heat. Lucius didn’t fight her, he let her wriggle until his cock sank through the tight, wet channel of her sex and she sighed. He rolled onto his back, taking her with him, still embedded inside her.







“Then take me.” He said. Hermione placed her hands on his chest, the heels of her palms resting on his nipples. “Don’t close your eyes, look at me.” He said as she began to move, her hips moving in a slow, fluid motion that slid him deeper and deeper into her with every undulation.







Their breathy sighs and groans filled the room as she moved over him, her eyes locked with his as she took him. He rolled his hips gently beneath her, grinding his pelvis up into hers and pressing into the tight bud of her clit.





Her movements became erratic, desperate, her fingers digging into his chest as she sought her climax. He clutched her hips and began driving his cock up into her, ready to see her go over, needing to feel her coming around him. It didn’t take long, just a few well timed thrusts and she was crying out, her silken walls pulsing around him, gripping him tightly and drawing his own release in thick, sticky spurts.





Hermione fell forward onto his chest, not even considering moving off of him as she tried to regain her breath and calm her pulse. Lucius didn’t seem to mind, he reached for the top sheet and pulled it up over them, his hands gliding over her back as she rested her cheek against his heart.





“Lucius?” She snuggled into him, closing her eyes as her long day caught up with her.







“Hm ?” He grunted, already falling back into sleep.







“I think I love you.” She whispered. She couldn’t see the smile tugging at his lips as she let sleep claim her.







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Thank you thank you thank you to everyone who voted for this story in the New Library Awards. I don’t know who nominated it and I certainly didn’t expect it to win first place so thank you all sooooo much for your support!



I know this was a little long and the emotions were sort of all over the place LOL but it is representative of me right now, all over the place LOL…..there will be a few more scenarios coming soon, so keep your eyes out for updates. Merlins Tomb will be up within the next 2 weeks I promise!!!!!