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Chapter seven

She noticed the glint in his eyes and it made her insides clench in anticipation. Though she was loath to admit it, she had always found his darker side attractive and wondered what it would be like for him to turn it on her in a completely sexual way. Now she was about to find out and it didn't worry her in the slightest.

'If anything bothers you,' he said as he moved her back onto the bed, 'if I cross any lines, tell me. Do you have a safe word?'

She nodded and replied, 'Colonel.'

'Colonel?' he repeated to be sure he heard her correctly. When she nodded again, he asked, 'why Colonel?'

'Well, it's stupid really, but you remind me a bit of a character in a movie I once saw. He was insanely attractive, looks a lot like you but with dark hair, but was insanely sadistic. Shot a boy for trying to save his brother, killed wives and children because their fathers and husbands were fighting against his side in a war, and even locked a village full of people in a church before burning the church.'

Lucius looked at her incredulously. 'I remind you of this character? That's not saying much for your opinion of me.'

'Oh no! No. You misunderstood. You only remind me of him physically. Look just like him. You could be his twin if only your hair was darker.'

'This man was an officer?'

'Yes,' she replied. 'Perhaps we could watch it together some day and you can see what I mean.'

'Movies later. Sex now. I will listen for "Colonel" but other than that, I don't want to hear you speak unless spoken to. Understood?' She nodded and he murmured, 'Good girl,' before pushing her fully back on the bed and beginning an oral assault on her neck. His left hand gripped her wrists while his right reached for his wand. Once he had it in hand, he paused long enough to properly secure her wrists above her head. She felt a frisson of fear, but it was quickly replaced by relief.

This was it. This was how it should be. Even though she hardly knew the man who was now removing her night gown, she knew enough to be confident in the fact that had he wanted to hurt her, he wouldn't have waited this long to do it. She released any hesitation and tension in her body, closed her eyes and allowed the sensations his hands and mouth were providing to fill her up and take her away from all the pressures that stupid law had created for her. Just as she felt her night gown leave her body, his voice came to her, soft and seductive.

'What do you want, pet?' he asked as he continued to touch and tease her body. 'Tell me what that boy did to you and I promise to take you farther than he could.'

She couldn't help but respond to his imperious tone. 'He was into light bondage. Silk scarves and simple spells were all he would use. He would tickle me and sometimes, when I begged and pleaded, he would spank me, but never much and never with anything other than his hand. I… I need…more.'

'And would you like me to spank you, Hermione?' He had moved to her breasts, barely a handful but pert and firm in his hands. She breathed a 'yes' and he began to pinch and pluck at her nipples. 'Do you want me to tease you mercilessly?' He pinched harder and alternated attention between both breasts. 'What if I drove you to the edge and didn't let you fall?' His teeth began to nip her skin. 'Would you beg for me to let you come?'

At that moment, it got to be too much for her and she shouted her orgasm to the ceiling in the form of a startling, 'Yes!' It had come upon her so fast that she had no time to prepare for it. His attentions to her breasts, after having limited touch for so long, had driven her body into a frenzy. Both she and Lucius were shocked when she came, but as her body convulsed below him, Lucius took in every detail of her.

He watched the way her face scrunched up, her brow furrowed, mouth agape. He noticed how her hands clenched the slats of the headboard, her elbows pulled in tight against her ears. Her head thrashed from side to side and her hair quickly became a tangled mess. The bucking of her hips was almost rhythmic and he could feel the lower part of the bed move with her legs. Her face began to relax, a smile graced her features and her body came to rest as her climax ebbed. She opened her eyes and smiled up at him.

'Sorry bout that,' she whispered. 'Guess it's been too long since someone else had gotten me going like that.'

'Someone else?' She blushed at his question and she could tell by the twinkle in his eyes that he was fully intending to make her come like that at least once more before he left finished with her that evening.

He crawled down her body, trailing his hands down her sides and making her shiver in renewed arousal. When his fingers hooked in the waistband of her knickers, she closed her eyes and forced herself to relax. The fabric fell from her toes and she waited. Nothing happened for endless seconds, and when she chanced a look at the man in bed with her, she saw him raking his eyes over her naked form like a starving man at a banquet. Her initial instinct was to cover herself, but her hands were bound. So she moved to close her legs to him.

He was faster.

Hands gripped her ankles and forced them apart. Using his right knee, he trapped her left leg beneath him and began to tickle her right foot. He stayed at it just long enough for her to be really squirming and then proceeded to kiss his way up her leg. Hermione squeaked when he kissed the instep of her foot, sighed as he licked the spot behind her knee and moaned in agony when he stopped just before the place where her legs met, where she wanted him the most. He then turned his attentions on her other leg, repeating the torture he bestowed upon her just moments before. Yet again, he stopped his ministrations just before reaching her core.

She moaned in frustration when he pulled back from her to take in her flushed state. A satisfied smirk fell upon his face and Hermione moved instinctively to remove it. Wrapping her legs around his midsection, she locked her ankles and pulled him down on top of her. She knew immediately from the look on his face that she had done something wrong. Before she could think more on it, he had released her arms from their place on the headboard and was turning her over his knee. That was when he spoke, his voice calm and in control, his face a mask of indifference.

'In order for a punishment to be successful, the punished must understand why they are being disciplined. If they do not know the mistake they have made, they are doomed to repeat it. So I will ask you: do you know what you did wrong, pet?'

Hermione swallowed and rubbed her thighs together to try and ease some of the ache that was building up there. 'I tried to take control,' she replied, her voice heavy with arousal and her eyes squeezed shut.

'"I tried to take control", what?'

She felt a small trickle down the inside of her thigh and knew that he could tell this was turning her on. She could only hope that he wouldn't make her wait too long before soothing her need. First, though, she needed to let him know that she was on the same page he was.

'I tried to take control, Sir.'

'Good girl,' he said with a slight smile to his voice, but then it was gone. 'For your presumption, you will be spanked. Since we are just starting out, I am only going to give you ten smacks with my hand. Perhaps after we work on your tolerance more…' He trailed off and ran his hand over her backside before raising his hand and bringing it down hard against her right cheek. 'Count them, pet.'

'One,' she said, a bit taken aback at the intensity of his strike. When the second hit with the same force as the first but on the opposite side, she was shocked but still managed to squeak out a 'two' before the third fell in almost the same place as the first. This time, when she verbally counted the strike, it came out as a hiss. The fourth elicited a cry from her and the fifth a slight sob. By the time his hand came down for the sixth time, she could feel the skin on her bum burning and with the eighth, she was no longer able to hold back the tears from falling down her cheeks. The most amazing part of the whole thing though, was that with every smack, every degrading moment when she would have to verbalize the number, she could feel her arousal growing. When Lucius had landed his last strike, not only was she openly crying, she was also dripping wet.

He knew she was crying, he hadn't taken it easy on her, but he was also ready to follow through and relieve the tension that he had caused to build in her. Taking her hand, he pulled her from across his lap and held her while she cried. He ran his fingers through her still damp hair and whispered in her ear soothing reassurances of how good she was, how beautiful and perfect.

His hands began to trail down her back. As his left gripped her hip to hold her closer to him, his right hand found its way between her thighs. He used his fingers to part her folds and brushed his thumb over her clit. The reaction was instantaneous. She shuddered against him, a soft 'oh God' falling from her lips. The moment he pushed two fingers inside of her, she exploded against him. A loud cry was torn from her as she convulsed around his fingers. It was the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced and the knowledge both excited and upset her. She didn't understand how someone so completely unlike anything she had ever known could bring her such pleasure. It also bothered her immensely that this man could illicit this type of reaction from her when the man she had loved with all her heart never did. She wasn't able to think on it for too long though, because as soon as she started to come down, Lucius was moving her from his lap and onto her back. Before the aftershocks of her orgasm had ended, he had removed his clothing, fallen between her thighs and was thrusting into her.

It was amazing how different this was. Every other encounter the two had endured together had been absolutely abysmal. There had been zero chemistry between them and the act itself had made her feel cheap and used. This time around, though… Oh she was definitely being used and she was sure to feel it later, but it was the most delicious sensation she had ever known. The feel of him moving inside of her without the need for a lubrication spell sent another wave of pleasure through her. He was very well endowed, but not so large as to hurt her. His body was toned, too, as if he spent time in the gym, and she noticed how well he fit between her legs. She could feel solid muscle under her hands as she ran them over his back and the sight of his hair cascading down around her face sent a thrill straight to her core.

He really was good. Without pausing in the slightest, he had managed to wrap her legs firmly around him and rolled them over so that she was on top. He pulled himself into a seated position and, planting his hands against the mattress, he used the leverage to thrust up into her until she was able to catch the rhythm he liked and take over. She loved the new angle and the intensely full feeling that went with it. Though she kept the same pace that Lucius had set, she tilted her hips on the down stroke so that her clit would be stimulated as well. The ache inside was becoming too much to bear, her previous two orgasms doing nothing to assuage the need inside of her. She doubled her efforts and increased her speed.

Lucius, for his part, was not a casual observer to the act. He could tell that she wanted to come again and he was very much enjoying her efforts to get off. His determination to not come too quickly was starting to wear out and he knew that if he allowed her to keep on the way she was going, he wouldn't last. The more she sped up, the more difficult it was for him. He gave up on supporting himself against the bed and wrapped his arms around her. As his hands found their way into her hair, his face found the space between her breasts. He laved attention to both of her nipples, her breasts and the delightfully sweet valley between them where he could taste the saltiness of her sweat. His tongue blazed a path up to her collarbone where he peppered kisses along her shoulders before working up her neck to her ears. When he felt the first fluttering of her vaginal muscles along his shaft, he pulled back to look at her.

'Open your eyes, Hermione,' he commanded.

The moment their eyes met, neither could hold back any longer. Her body tensed in his arms, her eyes wide in shock and her mouth wide in a silent scream. Then the dam broke inside of her and she collapsed into him. Their foreheads touched, their eyes still locked as Lucius pushed through her orgasm, trying in vain to hold back his own pleasure in order to prolong hers. The second her fingers wound into his hair, though, he was lost. He pushed as deeply into her as he could, spilling his seed as she pressed her lips to his and claimed his mouth in a passionate kiss.

Their kiss lasted through the end of their combined release, slowing from the blazing ardour it began as down to languid and leisurely brushes of lips and tongues. Hermione was still astride him but the adrenaline from their activities was beginning to wear off and the muscles in her thighs were beginning to protest the position. Just as she was about to move, Lucius shifted beneath her. He wrapped his arms around her waist and brought them both down to lay together on the bed. With a wave of his wand, they were cleaned up and covered. He sighed deeply as the young witch curled up into his arms and was about to allow himself to drift off to sleep when she spoke to him.

'You weren't whispering tonight.'

'Excuse me?' he asked, the confusion evident in his tone.

'Well,' she began, 'usually when we have sex I can hear you whispering something. At first I thought that I was imagining things, but you kept doing it. I figured maybe it was some sort of spell to help get things… But you didn't do it tonight…'

'It wasn't a spell,' he sighed, staring up at the canopy over the bed and sounding almost resigned. 'As far as I am aware, there are no spells that help with conception, only those that can prevent it. No, what I was whispering was an apology and a prayer. I can not begin got tell you how awful it felt for me to attempt to uphold this law we have been forced to comply with. I may be a lot of things, Hermione, but I have never been a rapist, yet that was exactly how I felt each time I came to you. Every time I walked through your door I knew that you didn't want me here anymore than I wanted to be here. It took everything in my power to follow through with the act, and each time I took you, I would whisper an apology, hoping you would hear it and forgive me for putting you through all of that. Then as I would feel my release begin, I would pray that this would be the time it would take.'

'When you would leave me here,' Hermione told him, 'I would immediately get back into the shower. I felt so cheap. So used. I wonder if those Ministry suits know what they are putting people through? How they have forced otherwise happy and content witches and wizards into the arms of people who would never deign to look twice at them? I mean, sure. Harry's happy and so is Ron, Neville ended up with exactly the witch he was planning on marrying before all of this, but I can't help but wonder how many weren't that lucky? How many women were forced into the beds of men twice their age, like I was? No offence to you, Lucius -'

'Oh, none taken, pet,' he replied with a slight laugh.

'-but not everyone can have it as nice as I do. No matter what the differences between us, you have been nothing but hospitable to me since the moment I walked into that room to marry you. I thank you for that. However, had you not come in here tonight to talk, I daresay things would have continued on just the way they were.'

'Most likely. Be that as it may, I know this is just a start for us. One evening of amazing sex is not going to solve everything for us.'

'Too right, it won't,' she agreed with a yawn.

He turned his head and brushed his lips against her temple. 'Sleep now, pet. We can discuss this more when we are rested. For now, though, I feel we have made at least some headway. I do not feel as if I have violated you in any way you didn't enjoy this time.'

She didn't need to see his face to know that he was smirking, but she was too tired to worry about it. With a deep breath and a little readjustment of her body in his arms, she snuggled up to him and closed her eyes. He joined her in sleep just a few minutes later.