A/N: Hey everyone! Happy to hear from you! Since its just me flying solo over here…I have decided to change the outcome of this story yet-no worries, its not over-you have to stick with me to see how it all turns out!

This chapter is rated a very strong M.

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Ch 10: Expectations

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Virginia looked at the card for a moment, turning it over in her hand, and then letting her eyes trace the messy scrawl of the man she couldn't believe she had developed a crush on after five minutes of interaction. Her little fingers ran over the very pretty, and very expensive dress before boxing it back up and returning her attention to the negligee in Lucius' box.

She took her time in undressing and slipping off the dress that would always remind her thereafter of the night she got engaged. Once she had folded it neatly, she lifted the black scrap of lingerie out of its box and tugged it carefully down over her head. With a shiver, she walked over to her floor length mirror and surveyed herself-she was nearly naked. The negligee was mostly sheer, and clearly bought in a size too small on purpose because her small, round breasts were barely covered by any of the lace at all. Only two, immodest triangles gave her any support, and the rest was just a gauzy slip that fell to the widest part of her hips. There was a black satin ribbon hanging loosely from it, and slowly, with shaking hands, Virginia tied it right under her breasts, now looking very much like a present only Lucius was meant to unwrap. A quick check in the box confirmed her suspicions-no panties were included.

Knowing him well enough to guess he wouldn't be pleased at her addition, Virginia decided to slip on some black panties for modesty and then brushed out her long chocolate hair until it fell in silky waves around her shoulders. And then she went to him.

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Lacey felt resistance from Sirius when she kissed him again, like he was holding back from her. She tried again, running her tongue against his lips, begging for him to open them and let her in, but he didn't. When she pulled back, his grey eyes were open, transfixed on her, and hardened. She reached her hand out to run it down his lean, taught arm, littered with battle scars and tattoos, but he jerked it out of her reach.

"What did I do wrong?"

Her question hung in the air between them for several long moments as her eyes searched his and found nothing. With a confused and defeated sigh, she moved away from him on the bed, about to give in to her embarrassment and leave when he grabbed her wrist tightly and pulled her back. She stumbled gracelessly until he pulled her into the space between his open legs, wordlessly rising from the bed himself until he stood to his full height, only a few inches above her.

"Lacey I am only going to say this once," he began, his voice low and raspy, "If you walk away from me after tonight, then that's it. Never again. If you truly want to be with me, then you will. Exclusively. And I won't play games. I can't let myself fall for you if it means nothing to you. I'm not as strong as you think I am."

Lacey knew that she had to make a choice in that moment, a choice between living without caring for repercussions and a not completely fucked up relationship. She thought of Lucius-juggling both her and his stupid French girl and resigned that she wouldn't settle for that; she knew this couldn't be about revenge or hurt either. She wanted more. As scared as she was for opening her heart like that, she yearned to feel what reciprocated love felt like, not just the one-sided infatuation that Lucius had brought upon her.

Although Sirius tried to keep a stoic face, looking down at the woman in front of him and not letting his emotions out was almost unbearable, especially when she was staying silent for so long. He knew her well-she was bright, vivacious, and if she was with him, he knew there wouldn't be a shortage of other men's' eyes on her. He would have never admitted it to anyone, but the first night he spent with Lacey, months ago, had nearly ruined him for every other woman he took to his bed. She had changed him, and he knew he would fall in love with her faster than falling asleep at night. When she reached up and touched his stubbled chin, he closed his eyes, waiting for a rejection.

"I completely understand Sirius. I'm all in," she managed to say, even though her heart was pounding out a frantic, nervous rhythm on the inside of her chest. It was all that needed to be said between them, and his lips crushed against hers a second later, teeth clashing in the heat of the moment, tongues fighting as he fell back onto the bed and pulled her down with him.

It was completely different from their first time, or even the night before. It wasn't the playful roll in the hay they had experienced before, with laughs and cheeky spanking and a well-defined sense of distance that protected them both. Sirius pulled Lacey onto his lap, his kisses straddling the thin line between passionate and frantic, and ran his hands down her body, taking his time with light, almost reverent touches until they found purchase on her hips and he tugged her forward, needy. And she could feel that need for her, even under the layers of fabric that separated them, as she slowly rolled her hips. She felt his grip tighten on them, digging into her bare flesh where her shirt had risen up, spurring her to grind against him faster. Lacey tore her lips away from his and kissed down his neck, pausing to bite down gently when a growl ripped out of his throat. She sucked at the skin where she had nipped, wanting to leave her own marks on his body, but she was jarred away from her task when he lifted her with his strong arms and laid her down on the bed. When her head hit the pillows, the scent of not only him, but also their coupling from the night before, overwhelmed her. Without prelude, Sirius reached for the hem of his t-shirt and it was on the floor a second later. Lacey didn't wait for him to undress her even though his hands tried to stop her efforts; she shook her head, not able to wait. She knew there would be time enough for that later.

Both of them tried not to let their bodies break completely from each other, even when they stripped of their pants and underwear. And when Sirius' erection nudged at the wetness between Lacey's thighs, both let out moans of satisfaction.

'C'mere love," Sirius beckoned her, rocking back onto his heels, away from hovering over her body, and Lacey followed. She placed her hands on his shoulders as she wrapped her legs around his waist and slowly sank down onto his length until they were one, limbs wrapped tightly around one another as they sat together in the middle of the disheveled bed. Her painfully hard nipples rubbed against his chest and he flattened a palm against her pale back, pushing her down onto him and closer to him at the same time. They couldn't be closer if they tried, and yet their kisses expressed a desperate need for more. Finally, after taking a moment to revel in the delicious tightness of her young body, Sirius gave his first thrust up into her, and she felt his heavy balls press against her backside as he filled her. She squeezed him in response, her inner walls tightening as her blunt nails left small half-moon marks on his back.

Her legs shook around him when he started to control her motions, holding her body in his hands just tight enough to move her on and off of him when he wanted it, and keep her flush to him when he needed her as close as she could be. At moments it was slow, almost tender, and intense. They kept their eyes locked during these moments, as Lacey's body rose and fell on his, both of their bodies covered in a thin sheen of sweat and their foreheads touched as they breathed in each other. His raven colored hair mixed with her brown locks in a tangled, out-of-control mess as they made a silent commitment to each other with their bodies. It was unlike anything Lacey had ever experienced, and though she had experienced quite a lot, his scorching, intense gazes were enough to fill her with heat.

After a few more deliberate thrusts into her, Sirius tangled one hand in Lacey's hair and his other caressed down her body until he was tracing circles around her clit, timed with each move of himself into her tightness. Every time she moaned out his name, he tightened his grip in her hair, keeping her head from rolling back and her eyes on him so he could see the pleasure pass over her face. Sirius began putting more pressure on her clit until her body no longer was in sync with his movements, but instead writhed on its own accord. Lacey wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, burying her head there when she lost all feeling in her legs, her toes curled and heels slipped against the duvet, and she came.

"Oh….fuck, Sirius…" she whimpered into his neck as he thrust up into her hard, feeling her walls spasming around him, barely able to control himself and he pulled her head from his shoulder, needing to watch her come for him. After a second more, the look on her face mixed with the glorious tightness of her around him made him spill himself into her with a grunt.

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"Oh Virginia, already testing my patience, are we?"

Virginia had her eyes on the ground, on the dark hardwood floors of Lucius' bedroom and her toenails, painted a dainty shell pink. It was a habit ingrained in her, to always keep her eyes girlishly downcast, especially in front of men. She found herself doing it more often with Lucius than any other man she had met, however, because looking at him often sent her heart racing.

"What do you mean, sir?" she answered after gently shutting the bedroom door behind her. Now she ventured a look up at him from under her long eyelashes, and found him sitting, not on the bed, but on leather wing-backed chair by the fireplace in the room, still in his suit. His legs were crossed and he held a nearly empty glass of fire-whisky in his hand.

"How is it that it takes you a half an hour to put that on and you decide to come in here wearing more than I asked you to? Did you not like your gift, Virginia?"

She froze, turning her feet inwards at the coldness of the floor and his voice, "No, sir, it's beautiful."

"No," he rose up from his seat, set his glass down and walked towards her, "You are beautiful, and the reason I bought it for you to wear tonight is because I want to see all of your beautiful body, including this," he cupped her pussy against his palm when he stepped closer, causing her to elicit a sharp, girlish gasp. "Now, my dear, are you happy about what happened tonight?"

Virginia looked up at him with a genuine smile on her pretty face, placing her left hand on his chest and seeing the large diamond sparkle in the dim light of the room, "So incredibly happy."

"As am I," Lucius said, reaching his other hand up to gently stroke down her soft cheek as he kept firm pressure on her pussy, "Virginia I know you are young, and you may not have had this type of conversation with your mother, but there are certain, let's say, expectations, of a pureblood fiancée and wife. You are such a good girl, my darling, and I want that to continue."

The silky and dominant tone of his voice made heat pool in Virginia's lower stomach, dampening her panties, which Lucius immediately felt and made known with a slight smirk as he ground his palm against her clit through the fabric. "What I tell you to do is exactly what you will do, am I clear Virginia? The perfect pureblood wife is doting, agreeable, and above all, loyal to her husband."

Virginia's heart lurched at the word 'loyal' and her mind instantly spun to Harry Potter and the dress tucked away under her bed. Had she not been loyal to Lucius, already?

"Of course, sir," she answered him, breathless as she squirmed from the heel of his palm teasing her.

"Very good," he mused, pulling away his hand, "Now on the bed and take those damned things off."

She nodded quickly and lifted herself onto the high bed, covered in dark green satin sheets and perfectly made up. Tugging the panties down around her ankles and kicking them off, Virginia laid herself out on the bed temptingly for her fiancé, her nipples now a dusky pink and showing through the lingerie, giving away her arousal.

"None of that, get on your knees and turn around," Lucius ordered, watching confusion cloud her face as she scrambled up and faced away from him. He took the moment to take off his suit jacket, loosen his tie, and undo his trousers. While he had been waiting for Virginia, he had teased himself with alternating thoughts of his bride-to-be, whom he did love dearly, and his vice of Laney Delaney, lost to him for the moment. Those two conflicting fantasies left his cock semi-erect, and as he pulled it out of his black briefs, he gave it a few tugs as his eyes hungrily grazed over the sight before him.

She was on her knees, facing the headboard of the bed, legs spread lightly, her posture straight and regal as her silky chocolate hair fell in a straight sheet down to the middle of her back. He wrapped his hand around his cock and squeezed harder as he looked at her now bare arse, and the rest of her pale body in the black lace. He had grown tired of seeing his previously virginal lover in pastels and modest underwear. And now that he was engaged to her, he could dictate these things, a thought that made him even stiffer in his hand.

Virginia didn't dare look behind her, but she knew Lucius was touching himself from the soft sounds and grunts he was making, wishing once again that he would just touch her and quell the ache between her thighs.

When he did touch her, it wasn't how she was expecting. She felt the dip of the bed when he got onto it, situating himself on his knees as well. She felt the tip of his weeping cock on the small of her back, and then his hands were right under her breasts, ripping the delicate satin ribbon off of her negligee roughly.

This time, Virginia did look behind her as Lucius coarsely grabbed each of her wrists and then tied them together behind her back with the ribbon. She pulled against it, but it didn't give.

"You are mine, Virginia, say it," he whispered into her ear, pushing back her hair to kiss her neck. Half of her was uncertain and the other half ridiculously turned on.

"I'm yours, Lucius."

"Good girl," his next move was palming the back of her head and pushing it down into the bed, so only her arse was in the air, "You are doing so well, my dear."

She turned her head so she wasn't fully face down on the bed, but her hair obscured half of her vision. She knew she had to trust him. Lucius had fucked her roughly once before, and ordered her to touch herself, but this was different and she moaned when he eased himself into her without giving her any time to adjust to him. Gripping her arse in his hands, he pushed himself into her, still almost fully clothed. He was unapologetic in the way he took her, like an animal, holding her head down as she screamed into the sheets. He reached under her and played with her clit, knowing she was enjoying it-she was so wet around him. He had been craving this, waiting for when he could fuck her in the way he was used to, that he loved so much. He hated being out of control when it came to anything, and finally taming a woman again aroused him so.

He raised his hand in the air and brought it down hard on her arse cheek, almost cumming inside of her at the gasp she made. He took his hand off of her neck and pushed her hair back for her so she could watch him spank her, and he didn't go lightly. He thrust into her every time he hit her, watching her small, pale arse turn red under his hands, watching her own hands stretch and close, trying to release themselves from the bond of ribbon.

Lucius found his release without caring about hers, spending himself half inside her and pulling out in time to watch a few spurts of his cum dirty the skimpy lingerie she was wearing. He lazily untied her when he was finished, collapsing onto the bed besides her without bothering to change or even tuck himself back into his trousers. She moved next to him and he pulled her closer, resuming the gentleness she craved from him.

"Next time Virginia, you will thank me after I spank you…" his voice was drowsy, and his eyes were closed. He was soon asleep, but she lay awake besides him, pussy aching from being so close and not being able to come, and her mind reeling.

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