This chapter is a fun one ;)
In the morning Ginny woke up and got ready. She did not try to make anything of herself, forgoing makeup and fancy clothes, knowing that no matter how she came to him, he would make her exactly how he wished. She checked that all the doors around her flat were locked, and that there was nothing too perishable in the refrigerator, and then she stepped very confidently into the fireplace, calling out to be taken to Malfoy Manor.
She tumbled onto the hearth of the same bedroom, and Lucius was there, in the same chair, waiting. He didn't so much as blink as she straightened up and brushed off her clothes. On the little table next to him sat the same blank book, and the ink, and the quill.
"Hello, Ginevra," he said, not standing to greet her. He opened the book on his lap, and began to open the ink bottle. "Come kneel here, please." Ginny did as told, staring down at the page. "Give me your hand." She did, and he put the quill in it. "Write for me. Anything."
She chanced a look up at him, and he looked back, unreadable.
"Anything," he prompted again. She placed her left hand on the inside of the book's cover, for balance, and moved to hold the quill at the top of the first page. She stared down, still for a long while.
"I don't…" she began in a small voice, terrified that the book would write back.
"For god's sakes girl," he snarled, patience failing. "Why don't you just write about exactly how you'd like me to fuck you?"
Ginny looked up again, and her mouth fell slightly open as his eyes searched her. She began to write.
When I left yesterday, she wrote, and then stopped, waiting. She waited for a long time, for the ink to vanish, for something else to appear on the page, anything. But nothing did. Her words remained, drying before her. Lucius shifted slightly in his seat, and held out the ink. She dipped her quill again, and continued.
I was wet. Above her, he coughed, but she didn't look up. But I didn't go home and touch myself, or stay in bed all day. I went to work, and explained myself, and explained I would need time off, so that I could come back here to get what I want. I want to know the man who inflicted such pain on me, who turned everything upside down when I was just a little girl. No one but you and I know how damaged I am. Together, I think, we can fix it.
You want to know how I want to fuck. Ginny looked to him, and saw undisguised greed in his eyes. An image flashed before her eyes, and she was worried she wouldn't be able to write it down quickly enough. I'll tell you: I want you to take me on the floor, from behind. I want you to force my head down and pull my ass up and grip my hips, hard. I don't want to see you.
She had to turn the page, and she shifted her body as she did, lifting up a little higher. From there, Ginny could see the growing bulge in his pants, but she didn't look to his face again.
Call me names. Call me a slut, or a whore. Reach around and grab my nipples, and do not listen when I scream out.
She stopped to consider what next, putting the end of the quill right next to her lips. Ginny understood exactly the picture she was painting for the man watching her.
Make me you…
The "rs" was scribbled very poorly, for it was then that he threw the book aside and grabbed her arms, heaving her upwards with him.
"Naughty girl," he said, already panting as he pulled her shirt over her head. "Do your friends know you talk this way? That you want a Death Eater so badly that you'll get down on your knees and ask for it?"
"No," she said, fumbling with what felt like 100 buttons on his shirt. "But if they did I might feel they understand me better."
They finally managed to strip one another down to nothing, and then Lucius turned her around and pushed her down to the floor. Her knees landed in a pool of ink from the bottle he had spilled in haste, but Ginny made little note of it as he came down behind her and pressed her shoulders forward to the ground. For a fleeting moment, she felt fear.
"Is this how you wanted it, slut?" he asked. She could feel him teasing her entrance, rubbing his cock up and down. She pushed back against him, and he pulled back farther, continuing to tease.
"Yes," she gasped, and his hands came to the bend of her hips.
"Here?"
"Yes." This came with a desperate moan, halfway to a howl.
"Say please."
"Please."
He thrust in, and she squeezed her eyes shut, bracing herself with her hands out in front of her. Maybe it was the angle, but he felt so much bigger than anything she had known before. The wood floor was cold on her cheek, but the rest of her body was burning, especially where his hands touched her. She heard him groan, and then he began to move. It was rough, and as she had predicted, she was screaming out. As she had asked, he did nothing in response.
He jerked her head up by her hair, growling out obscenities. In front of her, the diary lay open, and she could see the trail her quill had left when he pulled her to her feet.
"Look at it, whore," he said, only pulling harder.
Ginny could tell she wouldn't come from this coupling; she didn't care.
"Please, please, please come inside me," she managed to breathe out between unintelligible noises, and that was all it took. He shifted slightly, leaning forward, and grabbed her nipples, pinching hard. With a long grunt and one last thrust, she felt him fill her. As soon as he was finished he released her, and she collapsed forward, splaying out on the floor. Next to her, she heard him do the same. They just lay like that for several minutes, letting their breath return and the sweat begin to evaporate.
"Diaries aren't so bad now, are they?" he finally asked, and she rolled over to look at him. Lucius was lying on his back, hands behind his head. He looked very pleased with himself.
"Two weeks," she said. "I have two weeks to stay."
