We Need To Talk

This is my first one-shot. Enjoy.
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Lucius closed the door to the behind him as he walked into his elegant Manor home. He lowered the hood of his thick winter cloak back, and unfastened the silver serpent clasps. He removed the dark cloak, and dropped it into the arms of the awaiting house-elf.

“See that it gets put in the right place this time, Star. If I have to look for it again you will personally suffer my…displeasure.” he said to the trembling elf, his cool blue eyes never turning in the small creature’s direction.

“Y-yes, Master L-Lucius.” The creature responded, and disappeared with a pop.
Lucius walked through the foyer of his home, and took the passageway that led to the left wing, and his bedroom. He climbed the stairs slowly, tired from the events of the night. It had been a long, yet enjoyable, night of Muggle-baiting and torture with his Master. He’d thrown around a few Unforgivables, and had had the personal pleasure of relieving a young Muggle girl of her virginity. The virgins were the most fun to him, because they didn’t know what to expect. The stupid tart had thought he would take mercy on her if she told him she was a virgin. She’d had to admit her mistake openly, to the entire Death Eater team, at the feet of Voldemort. The latter had laughed coldly, and put her out of her misery with a single wave of his wand. The parents had followed behind their daughter.

He vaguely registered the clicking of his boots against the wooden floor as he made his way through his suite of rooms, and to the bedroom he shared with Narcissa. He had been looking forward to getting home for quite a while. Not that he didn't enjoy time with the Master, but even after the 'festivities' the man liked to talk. Some sort of deranged 'pep-talk' Lucius supposed. He hadn't really paid attention.

He opened the door gently, expecting to find the tall blonde already asleep. Instead, he found her sitting up in bed, a lantern lit at her bedside, with a book in her lap. She looked up as he opened the door.

“Why aren’t you asleep?” he asked, entering the large room and closing the door behind him. The room was actually a sight to behold. The most eye-catching peice was the large four-poster bed, topped with an emerald green satin canopy with silk hangings that were usually kept tied back with silver satin ties. The wood was a brilliant cherry, with a shiny lacquer. The bed was centuries old, and a family heirloom. There were several pieces in the room that complemented the bed. The dresser on the far wall, a large vanity of Narcissa's with an ornate silver-framed mirror, and a large trunk at the foot of the large bed that served as a seat, with its green satin cushion, or as storage. There was mostly a collection of books that Narcissa kept as a private stash inside.

There were two large French doors, curtained with heavy green material, that led to a balcony that was at present circled with a most beautiful collection of Malfoy winter blossoms. There was ornate cherry-wood nighttables at each side of the bed, topped with curvy silver lanterns used for private light.

“I was thinking.” She said softly, closing her book and throwing back the heavy green damask bedspread that she had been covered with.

Lucius groaned inwardly. Usually her thinking cost him a few thousand galleons and earned her a new trinket. “About?” he asked, and unfastened the front of his dress robes. He’d, of course, changed out of his Death Eater robes at an undisclosed area before going home. Narcissa knew of his loyalty, but it always paid to be safer now than sorry later.

“Us.” She replied, and began to help her husband rid himself of his clothes. She did enjoy her husband’s body, as he enjoyed hers. As he tossed away his outer robe, he sat in a squishy black-material chair to make removing his boots easier. But Narcissa was on her knees in front of him immediately. She pulled the boots off personally.

“What are you doing?” he asked suspiciously.

“I was going to give you a nice massage.” She said gently, and conjured up the matching foot rest for the chair. “Sit back, and relax.” She cooed. Despite his instincts telling him otherwise, he slid back in the chair, and rested his feet on the ottoman Narcissa had conjured. Lucius let out a soft breath as she began to rub his socked feet. Her hands, pardon the cliché, were like magic. She could put just the right pressure on just the right spot to send him into blissful slumber, or give him a raging erection. It appeared that tonight she wanted her brains dashed out against the headboard.

Narcissa had her own little foot fetish. But only her husband’s feet would do. His feet, like the rest of him, were perfect. And well-taken care of, too. Some people neglected their feet, but Lucius’ feet were as soft as his hands.

“What were you thinking about?” Lucius said gruffly, pulling her out of her foot fantasy.

“We don’t have enough sex.” She said honestly. Lucius looked at her as if horns had just sprouted from her forehead. “What? We don’t…” she said, pressing her thumb into the pressure point at the bottom of his feet. He swore his vision crossed, and he almost immediately felt the familiar pressure of his cock against the inside of his pants. He was never one for underwear.

“So what are you suggesting?” he asked gently, his voice so low it was almost a rumble.

“I’m suggesting: you, me, the bed, the floor, the wall, and other places in this suite- hell, in this house- get acquainted.” She said, pressing his pressure point again. With a soft growl he withdrew his feet, and kicked the ottoman aside. He bent down and picked up his wife, tossing her over his shoulder like a misbehaving child. She relaxed into the position with a joyful squeal, anticipating the rest of the night.

“I don’t know about the rest of the house…I don’t fancy my father walking in on us in the dining room again. I don’t feel like listening to the whole ‘we eat there’ speech again.” He said, crossing the room with only a few strides. He tossed her onto the bed, and she bounced a few times. “You get yourself ready. I have to go shower first. Ah! No arguing. Tonight was…messy, and I want to get clean before I smear you across the headboard.” He said, interrupting her before she could argue. Truth be told, he wanted to wash off any reminder of the filthy Muggle girl before he touched his pure wife. He heard a few grumbles from his wife as he walked to the en suite bathroom. He heard an intake of breath, as if she’d had an idea. “No, you’re not coming with me! Get your delicious ass back on the bed and wait. That’s your punishment for being so lascivious.” He said with faux sternness.

She pouted as he walked into the bathroom, but quickly cheered up when she thought about what she had to look forward to. Her husband was an excellent lover, and could play both sides of the spectrum easily. He could play the slow, gentle lover, whose sole intention was to make love to his wife. Or, he could play the wild sex-fiend who wanted nothing more than to fuck her senseless. Personally, she liked the latter of the two.

As soon as she heard the water begin to run, she started planning what they could do that night. She would love to have a good spanking as well…he was a Master with the hairbrush! He was also very adept with his belts, though, and she hadn’t had a nice welted bottom in a long time. She could perform fellatio…he did taste awfully good. Or, he could tie her to the ceiling again and use his cat-o-nine tails. That one left pretty little stripes everywhere he laid it.

She was already dripping with anticipation and hot as hell. She stripped off her night clothes in an attempt to cool herself off. The water was still running, so she decided to quickly pick out a few toys for the night. She stood, and quickly headed to the walk-in closet that they shared. She opened the door, and disappeared in his side, and reappeared a few moments later with her favorite belt of his. It was made of thick, but flexible leather, and was just wide enough to leave a distinguishable welt.

She then traveled quickly to her vanity and plucked a wide wooden hairbrush from the top. She thought quickly for another toy, and then immediately remembered the cane that Lucius kept for just such an occasion. It was an unyielding bamboo cane, and she much preferred the sting of it to its cousin, the swishy rattan. She dug quickly under the bed, thanking Hecate that her husband took long showers. She pulled out their
special ‘toybox’ and quickly opened it. She wasn’t interested in most of the toys tonight, but quickly retrieved the long cane from inside, and replaced the box. She arranged the toys on the bed, and splayed herself behind them, her bottom hoisted in the air, and her face towards the bathroom door. She heard the water cut off, and waited patiently for her husband to return to the room.

He opened the door, and walked out with a towel around his lower half. He paused immediately when he saw his wife, and the buffet of punishment she’d laid out before her. He dropped the towel, and strode over to her, his erection swinging above his large balls as he walked. He stopped in front of the bed, and looked at her. Her eyes, a bright clear blue, caught his light cool ones, and they locked for a moment. His hand reached out, and he stroked her face gently. She leaned her face into his caress, and tilted her head back as his hand lowered, and wrapped around her throat. He lifted her up, and brought her close.

“I thought you wanted more sex. How can we have sex while I’m striping your ass?” he asked, and let her go.

“You’re creative. I’m sure you’ll figure out a way.” She quipped. He picked up the hairbrush, and seemed to weigh it in his hand for a moment.

“You’ve just earned yourself a thrashing that you won’t forget for a long time…” he whispered. He saw the unmistakable spark of delight in her eyes, though her face stayed calm. “Assume the position!” he barked, and she scuttled to her feet, and quickly went to the chair he had sat in earlier. She bent over the arm and spread her legs slightly, her curvaceous bottom on display. Lucius looked at the blank canvass she had presented to him.

He strode over to her with the brush in his hand. He gave her no warning before raising the brush and quickly bringing it down on her bottom. The brush made contact with her bottom with a delicious thwack. She tensed slightly from the sharp pain, but immediately felt the warmth of the blow spreading through the small area. The brush came down again, and this time he directed the blow to her other cheek. He admired the way her pale, creamy bottom turned pink after the blows.

He began a slow rhythm, starting slow and building his speed and force, and alternating between quivering cheeks. Narcissa’s fingers curled into fists, and her eyes closed against the delicious punishment she was receiving. Once Lucius was satisfied with the picture before him, he stopped his assault of her ass. He tossed the brush aside, and reached out to touch the heated flesh. She gasped softly as his fingers caressed her abused bottom. He spread the lips of her drenched treasure, and plunged his fleshy rod into the warm sheath. She screeched in sweet agony as his hips pressed against her rear. He proceeded to pound her into the arm of the chair, relishing the sound of her moans and grunts.

“Oooh!” she howled. “Lucius, please! Harder! Make me beg! Oh, Hecate! I’m so close…” she sobbed, clawing at the material of the chair. Lucius controlled his breathing carefully and held back his orgasm, continuing his staggering pounding as his wife gave a shuddering orgasm beneath him. She came with a howl of pleasure, her body stiffening and tightening around his cock. He withdrew immediately, and stepped back. Narcissa started to stand, but Lucius’ hand found the back of her thigh with a blistering force, and she screeched in pain.

“I didn’t give you permission to stand up. I still have two more toys to play with, and you’re not to stand up until I’m done.” He snapped. Narcissa went back over the arm of the chair, gasping to regain her breath. She tilted her head around to see him retrieve the belt from the bed. The warm pain of the brush had excited her tremendously, and she found herself anticipating the harsher sting of the leather belt.

Lucius folded the flexible belt in half, and held the buckle and end in his hand, leaving the loop to strike with. He approached his wife again. “Head down.” He hissed, and her bright head was lowered once more.

The first strike with the belt surprised her, as Lucius gave no warning. She moaned softly as the belt blistered her already burning bottom. He, as before, started with a slow, but steady pace, and worked his way into a blinding frenzy, the belt striking her faster and faster. Despite the dizzying pain, Narcissa could feel her juices dripping down her thighs, and knew her husband could see it. With a final blow, Lucius tossed the spent belt aside as well.

As before, he ran his hand over her rear, and she have a strangled cry. This time, she spread her legs wide for him, and his weeping cock found its way into its favorite hiding place. She cursed and squealed as he pounded her mercilessly for a second time. This time it took a little longer for her orgasm to build, but in the mean time she enjoyed a thorough fucking from her husband. As she felt her orgasm building, she tried to bring her husband along with her, tightening the muscles of her female cavity. His hand found her other thigh with another blistering blow. “Tricky tart! I go when I want to…” he grunted in her ear. She finally fell over the edge again, this time her body convulsing with the sweet waves of pleasure.

Lucius once again pulled out of his wife, delivering another blow as she tried to stand. “Did you not learn the first time? Stay down!” he barked, and she went back down, her breath coming in winded puffs.

This time he retrieved the cane. “We are going to play a little game with this one. We do this the traditional way. I land a stripe, and you thank me, and ask for another. I’ll let you decide how many cane stripes you want across that deliciously red ass of yours.” He said, and gave the cane a test swish. The whistle of it sent shivers down Narcissa’s spine.

The cane was the most severe of all of the toys she had chosen. She was glad Lucius was letting her have control of the number of cane stripes she received. She wasn’t sure if she was up to too many…she’d much rather get straight to another mind-blowing fuck session with her God of a husband.

“Very well…you are the Master of the bedroom…” she said, a smile appearing on her lips.

Lucius stepped up behind his wife, and noted that she was trembling with anticipation for this one. He tested the cane again on the air, and Narcissa jumped, expecting the blow. She hated when he played games with the cane.

Unlike the brush and the belt, Lucius liked to zone in on the backs of Narcissa’s thighs. He kept the others right on her fleshy buttocks, but the cane was always a favorite of his. He did love those perfect little stripes it left…

The first blow, as with the others, surprised Narcissa, and she howled as the cane bit into the back of her thighs.

“One! Thank you Master, may I have another?” she sobbed, tears coming to her eyes from the resounding sting. The cane came down again with a whistling crack.

“Two! Thank you Master, may I have another?” her voice was breaking, and Lucius could tell that he wouldn’t be getting to see too many of those tasty stripes. The cane came down several more times, and each time Narcissa responded with the correct count and phrase. Lucius was pleased when she made it to ten.

“Ten! Thank you Master…please…no more.” She finally begged. Lucius set aside the cane.

“I want you on your back with your legs hanging over the bed…” he ordered. Narcissa obeyed, and stood shakily. She started to go down, and Lucius grabbed her arm. She steadied herself, and walked to the bed. She balanced herself on the bed, with the small of her back right at the edge. To balance herself properly, she’d had to spread and bend her legs. Lucius strode between her outstretched legs, and bent down to place his hands at the backs of her knees. He lifted her legs and placed them over his shoulder, and entered her that way.

Her hands immediately dug into the covers as Lucius began yet another astounding pounding. She cried, and gasped, and arched her back up to meet his unyielding hips. Lucius chuckled inwardly as she hissed and cursed, knowing she would never use such filthy language in polite conversation. But he did love the names she called him as he thrust into her with such force that he felt if he weren’t holding onto her, he might sent her over the other side of the bed.

This time Lucius felt his own orgasm building with hers. She felt it too, noting that his thrusts were becoming erratic. He reached down and laced his hands into her hair, pulling her face close to him to lock lips with her as he thrust in once more, and stiffened with his own orgasm. That pushed her over the edge into her third orgasm of the night, and he winced slightly as she bit down hard on his lip. Once the moment was passed, Lucius let go of his wife, and she fell bonelessly against the bed. He lowered her legs, and reached down to pull her up into his arms.

With a flick of his wrists, the covers were turned back for the both of them, and climbed into the large bed, havig to practically drag his wife with him. He nestled her at his side, and her arms immediately found his waist. He leaned back against the pillows, and closed his eyes.

“Lucius?” Narcissa asked sleepily.

“Hmm?” he replied, his eloquence leaving him.

“Aren’t you glad we had this talk?”
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