Rules and Regulations

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He leaned down and ripped her knickers from her body. Hermione pushed herself against him, taking in the scent of spice and leather. She drew his nipple into her mouth then bit down. Surprised, Lucius groaned then slid his large hands under her bottom and lifted her off the ground so she was forced to wrap her arms around his neck and her legs about his waist. His cock slid up against her slick folds, driving her to undulate her hips desperately trying to impale herself upon him. He gave a low chuckle and angled his hips away from her.



“Lucius, I want…I need…,” she cried.



“I know what you want, little girl however, I have you just where I want you and you have no choice but to deal with me here and now. I am not going anywhere and neither are you. Not until you tell me why you’re fighting so hard to keep us from this.” He pushed his cock through her folds again, feeling her damp heat moisten his shaft. He wanted to bury himself inside her with her screaming his name over and over. Goddess, she was so hot, wet and ready for him but he could wait, he wanted some answers.



Hermione eyes slid away from his and she bit her bottom lip. She turned her face away and pressed her cheek against his shoulder. He walked over to her bed and sat down, placing her on his lap. He closed his eyes briefly to revel in the delicious aches and pains caused by his bottom making contact with the bed as he settled into a comfortable sitting position, he wrapped her in his arms so she nestled against him and waited for her to respond.




“I could have sworn you were the quintessential Gryffindor. Has my little lion lost her courage?” He chastised gently and felt her stiffen in his arms. He gave a low chuckle, patted her bottom then hugged her to him. “Hermione, why do you keep running from me?”



A muffled sniff was all the answer he received. He wrapped a portion of her long braid around his hand and tugged her head back so he could see her face and was surprised to see a small tear trickle down one cheek. He pressed his lips against the tear-dampened skin and licked the tear away, tasting salt. He smirked gently then pulled harder on her braid and saw her eyes darken with arousal even though she let out a soft hiss.



This uptight little miss was simply perfect for him. Even in the ridiculous clothes she liked to hide herself in (he knew what was hidden beneath the layers). She matched him passion for passion as no one else ever had and the sooner she realized that the happier he and she would both be. She was consuming him alive. Several months into whatever it was they were doing and he was more aware of her than he had ever been of any other woman, even Narcissa. He wondered what she would do if he told her that, would she continue to run away?



“Lucius, what are we doing? What is this?” She asked in a soft trembling voice, refusing to meet his eyes, trying for indifference and failing miserably. That soft little voice held such a wealth of information for him, she was frightened, so uncertain of him. He tilted her chin up with his forefinger so he could look down into her big brown eyes and it suddenly struck him even with her inexperience and innocence, she was willing to defy him, stand up to him in a way that no one ever had. No woman had ever challenged him more or needed so much from him, whether she was willing to admit it or not and in her submission to him, she had enslaved him. He couldn’t quite believe he’d fallen for a Gryffindor of all people. Not just a Gryffindor but Hogwarts’ golden girl, the little war hero, one of the golden trio. The irony hit him square in the chest and he burst out laughing.



Hermione gasped, thoroughly insulted and hurt by how he laughed at her questions, at her. She shouldn’t be so surprised; he was a death eater, a corrupt excuse of a man. She needed to get away from him, her heart felt as if it would break into a million pieces. She began to struggle, wanting to be out of his arms and far away from him. He was horrible, twisted, depraved… “You bastard. How dare you.” She tried to pull herself free from him but he gripped her to him more tightly and claimed her mouth with a fierce kiss.



He lifted her off his lap and laid her on top of the bed, stretching himself on top of her quickly making it impossible for her to struggle further and then he murmured in her ear, “Tut, tut, mind your language and listen to me, you little spitfire. You are mine, every bloody damn inch of you. Now….Today.” He punctuated each word with a kiss. “Tomorrow. Stop denying it. Your body already knows it belongs to me.” Hermione let out a soft, surprised; “oh!” She then slid her hands down his back, clasping then squeezing his abraded bottom. Lucius let out a low growl and ground his hips into hers. “Little minx,” he whispered.



He allowed her to play with and pinch the welts on his bottom for a moment, then took her hands and forced them over her head. He took her braid and wound it around her small wrists, forming a loose makeshift bond. He then proceeded to kiss, suckle and lick every inch of her silky flesh. Hermione’s nipples hardened and she began to mewl softly, uttering small incoherent sounds of encouragement, urgent pleas to soothe an ache he knew he'd unearthed within her, an ache that rivaled his own. His hands plucked, pinched, caressed and teased every hill, valley and plain of her body, igniting a fiery blaze within her with every touch, kiss, lick, and bite.

He eased down her body with slow deliberation and settled in between her legs, spreading her thighs with his hands. He ran his fingers over her cunt, peeling her folds wide with his fingertips then he leaned forward to lap at her wet, heated dew. She was so sweet, sweeter than nectar. He tugged, suckled, and licked her clit until she was rocking against him. Erotic little cries slipped from her lips as he brought her to the edge of climax. Then he stopped, leaving her unfulfilled. Hermione cried out and dug her heels into the bedding, seeking purchase, an anchor so she could rock herself against his face. She was so very close, so close to that edge but he pulled back from her, moving slowly back up her body so he could situate himself upon her again. He looked down at her, his hair falling to either side of her face. She arched her hips up desperate to push herself against that hard flesh but he pulled back. She lifted her hips again this time wrapping her legs about his hips wanting to feel his hips pressed against hers, striving to feel his cock sink into her body. She wanted to feel him stretch and fill her. He overwhelmed her mentally and physically. He told her she was his today and tomorrow! Her heart sang and her body was desperate to lay claim to his in a time old fashion. She arched her body into his once more.



"Look at me," he ordered and waited for her to obey. Her eyes locked with his, so filled with passion it brought a smile to his face. She blinked once then blinked again; no man should be so beautiful. That platinum hair cascaded over his shoulders and tickled her breasts, his eyes heated to molten silver. Good Gaia, she wanted him.



“Are you listening to me?” He smirked as she looked dazedly up at him. “Nod your head so I know I have your attention.” She gave him a small nod. "Good, I don’t intend to let you go, little girl."

He shifted his hips so he was between her thighs using his legs to spread her wide. His hands slid down over her arms then cupped each breast. She groaned and arched against him. He could wait no longer. He unclasped her legs from his hips and slung them over each of his shoulders, entering her with one brutal stroke. They both groaned as he filled her, burying himself to the hilt.



"You are mine," he said, his lips poised over hers. "Say it for me." Then he pulled out of her ever so slowly.



She moaned in reply, stubborn to the end, silly girl. He reached down and squeezed her ass, barely able to hold himself back from fucking her hard into the mattress. "Say it.” He spanked her once on each cheek.



“Ow!” She cried out then “Hey!” When he dropped her legs down from his shoulders then thrust into her once again.



"I….” she began to say when he kissed her hard, nipping her bottom lip then sucking it into his mouth as if it were the sweetest candy. He let it go with a small pop and pushed into her again, filling her to the brim. She writhed against him; he was going to drive her mad if she couldn’t get him to move more quickly. This surely would be deemed as torture. Hermione groaned as he pulled back out of her.



"Say it, Hermione. Who do you belong to?" He plunged in deeply only to withdraw then finally repeated that incredible stroke again and again.



"Oh, I—" She panted. "I..." She could feel her climax approaching. Damn him, did he have to keep teasing her, bringing her to the edge then just as she was about to fall he would stop and pull out of her yet again. Now he wanted her to talk. She felt as if her mind was turning to mush. She couldn’t remember what to say with all these sensations coursing through her body. “I…” she started to say again, when he pulled out of her once more.



Feeling his own imminent release close at hand, he reached down between them, pushing his hand through her silky, damp curls until he found her tender little nubbin. He began to lightly tug then pinch it. Hermione gasped at the sensation, feeling herself begin to come close to the edge yet again.



He wanted to hold off just long enough to hear her say what they both already knew.... "Tell me, now!" He demanded. He plunged into her this time driving himself into her over and over again until she cried out, and her inner muscles clamped down hard then pulsed around his cock as her orgasm claimed her. With a low growl, his release came quickly and he held her against him while he pumped his hips repeatedly, milking every last sensation from her. He trembled then buried his face against the crook of her neck, breathing in her warm, sweet scent.



"Mine," he whispered in her ear as she gasped for air.



"I-I'm yours!"


“Yes, you are, stubborn little girl.”

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leValkyrie: I know that was terribly mean, send Lucius over my way so he can deal with me straight away! Hee, hee, then I’d never update! Yes, it was time for Hermione to think she had control. He wants her to embrace her passions! Blue balls, hee, hee! You must have known major smut was on the way!



Voracious Reader: Hey Girly, you got that right, Lucius is not a switch for real, he is in control and she knows it! I'm glad my update made your week!!! Thank you for reviewing.



kh2020: Thank you, I'm glad you are enjoying the story. You don't get more Slytherin than Lucius. Hopefully, you enjoyed this chapter too!




angeles: Thank you!!!! Thank you for reviewing, your review brought a smile to my face!

Scary Bear Hair: Hey, little Scary! She thinks of her clothing as her armor somehow it gives her the illusion she's in control (talk about being deluded!). HAAAAAA HAAAA, such a silly girl. You and I both know Lucius enjoys a hot bottom occasionally, he's willing to indulge because he loves the sensation it brings. I'm so glad you like my story, coming from you that's a BIG deal!



Coipje: Well, I love you too! Thank you for reviewing and hopefully you enjoyed this chapter.



margaritama: Hey, Sweetie, nothing like the blend of D/s and you are so right when you say pretend submission. He lost patience near the end but he gained it back in the chapter!



LaBibliographe: Isn't Hermione such a control freak! Sheesh, she just needs to let go, it would be way more fun for her. Oh, I made you "squee" can you see me dancing around the room?! Thank you, thank you, I do try to improve my writing as I continue to do this writing thing.


I think Hermione likes the idea of Lucius being naked and if she can paddle his bum or just have him naked at her feet, or on her body, where ever, she'd be happy. She doesn't deal well with the whole new experience thing when she doesn’t know too much in the area she’s getting introduced to. I do believe her turtling days are over.


Thanks for clarification on the Carolinas thing, I do need to think about good destinations! All this heat in California makes me want some place cool!