Disclaimer:  These are not my characters; they belong to J. K. Rowling. Except for the original ones named here.  I make no profit from this it is purely for my own amusement and the amusement of my friends.  No disrespect intended.  Remember this is my vision of Lucius and as such it may not agree with how you see him.

Chapter Two

Dear Lucius,

Thank you for letting us know that you are okay.  I understand that you can't come home yet, but I do miss you terribly.  Our son is growing like a weed, and he misses you too.  Please be careful, I don't know how I'd carry on without you.

I love you,

Mari

Marianna showed up for work the next day as usual.  Her only concession to what had happened yesterday was a scarf around her neck to cover the bruises left by Lucius' hand.  She said, "Good Morning," to Fred as she passed his office.

"Hey Mari, what are your plans for today?"  Fred asked as she breezed by.

She stopped, and stepped into the doorway of the office, "I was planning on finishing the sorting and inventory I started yesterday."

"Do you want me to keep Malfoy away from you?" Fred asked with a pointed look at the scarf she wore.

Mari smiled and stepped further into the office to allow Lucius, who had just arrived, to pass in the hall behind her, "No thanks, Fred, I can handle him."

"Mari," Fred lowered his voice so only she could hear, "Be careful.  He's more powerful than George and I combined, if he really wants to hurt you we won't be able to stop him."

"Maybe not, Fred, but you will see to it that he ends up back in Azkaban, won't you?"

"Absolutely.  We can send him back now; he's not quite living up to his end of the parole, is he?"

Mari hesitated for a second then said, "No Fred, its okay."

Fred looked at her trying to read her expression and when it dawned on him, he exclaimed, "You still want him, don't you?"

Mari only nodded as she headed down the hall to the storeroom.

"Women!"  Fred knew he would never understand them.

Upon entering the room Mari noticed immediately the neatly stacked boxes and walked to the counter where her clipboard with the inventory was laying.  Giving a pointed look to Lucius who was seated at the desk in his usual place at the back of the room, she looked over the entries on the form.  The inventory was completed and signed by Malfoy as the form required.  She walked to where he was seated and tossed the clipboard on the desk in front of him.  "Why?"

He shrugged, managing to look elegant as he did.

"Just all of a sudden decided to work?" Mari leaned down bracing her arms on the desk facing him.

"Seemed the least I could do," Lucius drawled reaching across the desk to pull the end of her scarf, slowly revealing the bruises showing clearly in the V neck of her sweater.  "You have such nice white skin, so easily marked, makes me want to bruise the rest of it," he murmured as he looked down her neckline to where her breasts were swelling.

Mari pulled back standing straight, moving her cleavage out of his line of sight.  Ignoring his remark about her skin she said, "Thank you for finishing my inventory.  Now I have all day to think of something to occupy my time."

Lucius reached across the desk, grasping her arm and pulling her to his side.  "I'm sure we can think of something to amuse ourselves." He said as he pulled her into a sitting position on the end of the desk.

Mari stood and turned to walk away when Lucius grasped her wrist again and forced her back to her seated position.  "Why the sudden change of attitude, Mr. Malfoy?" she asked.

Lucius looked up from examining the long expanse of her legs so nicely displayed in her short skirt.  "I'm bored."

"Your boredom is not my problem." She slid her behind along the desk away from him in an attempt to put more space between them.

He moved the chair back slightly so he could move one leg to the side, trapping her legs between his.  "Your comment yesterday about pleasing me has started me thinking about all the ways I could use you for my own pleasure," he looked at her with heavy lidded eyes.  Still holding her wrist he slid his other hand up her leg, starting from the ankle, slowly moving to caress her calf.

Mari sighed, his hand felt so good on her, warm and gentle.  "It doesn't work that way with me.  If I'm pleasing you, you damn well better be pleasing me too."

"We'll see how well you do first," his hand continued up her leg caressing her thigh and sliding higher, "What did you have in mind…hmm?" he raised his hand from her wrist to trace his finger along her lower lip.

Mari felt a fluttering in her stomach that only encouraged her to move her lips along Lucius' finger.  Never breaking eye contact with him she pulled his finger into her mouth, licking and sucking it, imitating a much more intimate act.  Slowly she slid her lips back until his finger fell from her mouth.  "I don't know, Mr. Malfoy, what do you have in mind?"

"You may call me Lucius, but do it fast because in a moment I plan on your mouth being too full to call me anything," he said as he began unfastening his belt with the hand she had just freed from her mouth.

"Really, Lucius," she let his name roll off her tongue savoring the feel of the word.  "What makes you think you can tell me what to do?"

Lucius jerked her off the desk onto her knees between his spread legs, "You'll do it.  We both know it's what you want."

Mari found herself with Lucius semi-hard penis in her face. She began by stroking him gently, sliding her hand along the soft, silky smooth skin, squeezing as she stroked.

"I can do that myself.  Use your mouth," he growled.

Mari lifted him to her lips kissing the length of him, licking and nibbling at underside.  Slowly she circled her tongue around the head slipping him between her lips and sucking just at the tip.  She went very slowly, doing exactly what she had described yesterday, savoring the feel, smell and taste of him. Actually having him where she wanted him was almost overwhelming, and she couldn't help but moan as she slid him further into her mouth.  She worked her way down the considerable length of him swallowing as much as she could.  As she worked him back out she reached down and caressed his balls, gently kneading and stroking.  Lucius leaned back in the chair relaxing into her mouth, letting her get him hard. She was doing quite well, almost immediately he was fully aroused and he grasped her head in his hands and started thrusting into her mouth setting the speed and depth of the strokes.  Mari continued to lick and suck at him as he slid in and out of her mouth.  As his thrusting sped up she sucked harder and swallowed him all the way back into her throat, where he stayed flooding her throat with his orgasm.

Mari swallowed and slowly let him slip back until she could gently kiss the head, tongue lapping lightly at the slit to catch the last remaining drops of come. Lucius hands had fallen to her shoulders when he released his hold on her head, and now he pushed her away from him, "Not bad," he said as he tucked himself back into his trousers and refastened them, "you'll do."

Mari sat back on her heels and looked at him, you would never have guessed he had just had an orgasm, he looked the same as always, calm, cool and in control.  "It was better than 'not bad' and you know it."

He looked down at her, eyes icy and voice as unemotional as ever, "I've had better."

Mari stood up, and looking down at him retorted, "Fuck you, Lucius," as she turned to walk away.

"Not yet," he sneered, "you have to earn that."

She chose not to dignify that with an answer, and walked out of the room. As she turned to walk down the hall, Mari couldn't help but hear his laugh following her out of the room.

Mari managed to avoid Lucius the rest of the day, rather easily since he stayed in the storeroom.  She couldn't avoid George at all.  He cornered her in the front of the store where she was arranging a new display. 

"What happened to your neck?" he started right in.

Mari reached up to adjust her scarf and not finding it realized she left it with Lucius.  "Nothing, don't worry about it."

"Mari…don't let him hurt you."

"I'm fine, honest.  It's just a little bruise."  She turned back to the display.

"It's not 'just a little bruise' it goes all the way around your neck," he said as he lifted her hair to investigate.  "What did he do to you?"

Mari sighed as she turned to face George, "I guess it's better to tell you and get it over with isn't it?  He picked me up by my throat, after I provoked him, okay."

"Not okay, are you out of your mind?  Why would you provoke him?"

"I just wanted to get a rise out of him.  Some kind of reaction…" she faltered seeing the look on George's face.

"And did you get the reaction you wanted?"

"No…" she stopped to consider what had just happened, "well not until today."

"I probably don't want to know do I?"

Mari looked into George's sad face and smiled, "No, George, I'm sure you don't.  But I got something I really wanted today."

"Uh…oh no, please don't tell me that you…you didn't…" He sputtered.

"Yeah, I did.  And I liked it."

"Well then that's it?  Your quest to bed Malfoy is over and you can start ignoring him like the rest of us are trying to," he sounded relieved.

"No, not quite.  I only accomplished part of my quest.  But now I know what he tastes like."  She got a dreamy expression on her face as she continued, "…and feels like…skin soft as silk…covering iron."

"Uh way more than I wanted to know," George muttered as he turned away from her, "Now I'll never get that image of you servicing him out of my head."

"I'm sorry George, I can't help it.  I've never felt this way about anyone before."

George sighed and walked away.  Mari finished the display she was working on and started general straightening around the shop.  She found more than enough to do until it was time to leave.