Disclaimer: I don't own the characters just borrowing them for my own amusement. Content rated R. Basically, this is total smut. If that offends you stop right here. I see Lucius as being in total control always.
LOSS OF CONTROL
Chapter Two
Saturday dawned bright and sunny, it was going to be a beautiful day for sitting outside and watching a sports match. Gwen dressed carefully and made sure her hair and makeup were perfect. She arrived at the Quiddich pitch just after the match had started. After taking her seat she scanned the seats surrounding the field, paying particular attention to the Slytherin seating area, hoping to spot Lucius among the crowd. She used her omnoculars to check closely, and was very disappointed when she saw no sign of him.
It was a very exciting game, with the lead changing sides repeatedly, the outcome unsure until the very end when Draco Malfoy caught the snitch and won the game for Slytherin by a mere ten points. Gwen felt a surge of heat through her whole body at the thought of what Lucius might use as her 'punishment' for losing the bet. Unfortunately, he did not seem to be around to claim his victory. Gwen returned home very disappointed that he had not even bothered to show up to claim his prize.
Three days went by before Gwen heard from Lucius; on Tuesday morning as she was getting ready for work she received an owl from him. All the message said was; 'Friday night at eight' and was signed 'Malfoy'.
What does that mean, she said to herself as she made her way to work. Does that mean he is just going to show up wherever I am at eight on Friday? She continued to puzzle over the message for the rest of the day. After that things got busy and she gave it little thought until Friday when Abby asked her if she was meeting everyone after work that night.
"No, not this week, I've got some important things to take care of," Gwen replied as she gathered her purse and jacket for the trip home.
When she arrived at the small apartment she rented, she set about cleaning and getting herself ready for whatever would happen at eight. Precisely at eight there was a crack of sound and Lucius appeared into her living room. Gwen jumped at the abrupt arrival, and then remembering her manners said, "Mr. Malfoy, how nice of you to drop in. Can I get you a drink?"
"No thank you, let's just get on with this shall we?" he replied as if in a hurry.
"What exactly is 'this'?" Gwen asked.
"This is how you will pay off your bet. There are rules," his tone implied that he knew he would be obeyed without question. "First, you will not speak unless you are asked a direct question, second, you will do exactly as you are told, third, you will not touch me unless I give permission. Do you understand these rules, Gwendolyn?"
While listening to the rules her eyes had gone wide in wonder that he just expected her to follow all of his instructions. Looking at the serious expression on his face she just nodded her head in acquiescence. She couldn't wait to see what he had planned.
"Fine, then, shall we begin," it was not a question, but a command. He briefly surveyed the room to see where it would be best to position himself for what he had in mind. Removing his cloak and moving to stand in front of an overstuffed chair he motioned her to come and stand before him.
After looking her up and down in the most degrading way imaginable, he looked directly at her making her feel he was looking right through her with his cold, unblinking stare, and said, "I'm going to touch you, everywhere."
Gwen raised an eyebrow in distain, was that the worst thing he could think of? Nonetheless she slightly raised her arms away from her body as if to say, 'go for it'.
He did. He took both her hands in his and lightly ran his fingers up the length of her arms where he gently gripped her shoulders in his hands. That was the last of any tentativeness, from then on he owned her. Lucius slid his fingers from her shoulders inward to her collar bones and slipped this hands around her throat, causing her to gasp. "I said I wanted to touch you, not hurt you," he said. He slid the tips of his fingers across her throat back to her shoulders and down her sides. Slowly he moved his hands around to squeeze each breast running his thumbs across her nipples coaxing them to erectness. Gwen arched her back pressing into his hands. He leaned closer to her so that his hair brushed against her face and buried his face in the hollow of her neck above her shoulder; not touching her, just hovering there, when he took a deep breath she realized he was inhaling her scent as if memorizing it. Lucius slid his hands down to her waist and around her back slowly reaching down to grasp her buttocks in each hand. He looked into her eyes as he pulled her against him so she could feel his arousal against her thigh. Briefly grinding his hips into hers, he released her and reached up to unbutton her dress. As he undid each button he pulled the fabric away from her body so that by the time it was totally open the dress dropped off her shoulders and slid down her body to lie around her feet.
Lucius gazed at the sight of her naked upper body and slowly ran his hands over her trembling flesh, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Looking into her eyes he could see the desire building in her, but she was following the rules he had set forth by not speaking or touching, even though her hands were clenching with the need to run her fingers through his long blond hair. He caressed her slowly trailing his fingers over her breasts, pinching her nipples just hard enough to see the brief pain flare in her eyes. Finally, he slid his hands into the back of her panties cupping her buttocks, she gasped when she felt a finger running down the crack probing slightly between and then slide down until his whole hand was in the junction of her legs and his fingers closed over her and combed through the hair on her mound. Gwen's head tilted forward until her forehead was just barely touching Lucius' shoulder, he leaned slightly toward her so her head rested against him. She moaned deep in her throat, then she caught herself not sure if a moan counted as talking, she looked questioningly into his eyes and he nodded, then abruptly removed his hand and pulled down her panties leaving her totally naked. He stepped back to look over the entire length of her body, then he placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed down until she was kneeling in front of him. He sat back in the chair and said, "Clasp your hands behind your back." Gwen did as she was told feeling slightly off balance at the awkward position. "Come closer," he said as he spread his legs so she could kneel between them. She moved forward slowly and discovered she could not move her hands from behind her. She looked up into his face as she realized she was bound by a spell she had not heard him utter, not painful, but still immobile. He sneered slightly at her as he opened his pants and lifted his semi-erect penis free and said, "I think you know what to do now."
She leaned forward awkwardly trying not to fall on him and slowly ran her tongue along the length of him. Licking and nibbling gently from base to head and then sliding her mouth around the tip while she teased the slit there gently with her tongue. Gwen did the best she could given her awkward situation. She sucked as much of the considerable length of him into her mouth as she could, bringing him to full hardness and then concentrating on easing him back into her throat while trying not to gag. Lucius placed his hands on either side of her head taking over total control of her movements as he flexed his legs to thrust deeper into her mouth. His breathing sped up slightly as he pumped into her mouth faster than she was able to keep up with. Gwen relaxed her mouth and throat and let him do what he wanted, still licking and sucking as he thrust into her mouth, trying to give him as much pleasure as she could. His moans letting her know that he was getting close, his fingers twisting in her hair to keep her mouth right where he wanted it, then with a final thrust he exploded, spilling down her throat as she swallowed him.
Almost at once he let go of her and she slid her head down until it was resting on his thigh. He pushed her back from his legs and abruptly stood. As he was fastening his pants he said, "I will return, this in no way has paid off your bet." With that he picked up his cloak and disapperated away.
Gwen slumped to the floor and didn't even realize that her hands were free or that she was crying until she moved to wipe the tears from her face. How like an arrogant Malfoy to have left her like this? He had made sure he was satisfied and could have cared less if she was or not. We shall see what happens the next time she thought, but deep down she knew she would let him do whatever he wanted to her and she would not complain, or ask for more. To beg would give him exactly what he wanted, total control over her. That she would not allow. Then she stood, gathered her clothes. She would take a bath and try to forget the ache between her legs, at least until she saw him again.
LOSS OF CONTROL
Chapter Two
Saturday dawned bright and sunny, it was going to be a beautiful day for sitting outside and watching a sports match. Gwen dressed carefully and made sure her hair and makeup were perfect. She arrived at the Quiddich pitch just after the match had started. After taking her seat she scanned the seats surrounding the field, paying particular attention to the Slytherin seating area, hoping to spot Lucius among the crowd. She used her omnoculars to check closely, and was very disappointed when she saw no sign of him.
It was a very exciting game, with the lead changing sides repeatedly, the outcome unsure until the very end when Draco Malfoy caught the snitch and won the game for Slytherin by a mere ten points. Gwen felt a surge of heat through her whole body at the thought of what Lucius might use as her 'punishment' for losing the bet. Unfortunately, he did not seem to be around to claim his victory. Gwen returned home very disappointed that he had not even bothered to show up to claim his prize.
Three days went by before Gwen heard from Lucius; on Tuesday morning as she was getting ready for work she received an owl from him. All the message said was; 'Friday night at eight' and was signed 'Malfoy'.
What does that mean, she said to herself as she made her way to work. Does that mean he is just going to show up wherever I am at eight on Friday? She continued to puzzle over the message for the rest of the day. After that things got busy and she gave it little thought until Friday when Abby asked her if she was meeting everyone after work that night.
"No, not this week, I've got some important things to take care of," Gwen replied as she gathered her purse and jacket for the trip home.
When she arrived at the small apartment she rented, she set about cleaning and getting herself ready for whatever would happen at eight. Precisely at eight there was a crack of sound and Lucius appeared into her living room. Gwen jumped at the abrupt arrival, and then remembering her manners said, "Mr. Malfoy, how nice of you to drop in. Can I get you a drink?"
"No thank you, let's just get on with this shall we?" he replied as if in a hurry.
"What exactly is 'this'?" Gwen asked.
"This is how you will pay off your bet. There are rules," his tone implied that he knew he would be obeyed without question. "First, you will not speak unless you are asked a direct question, second, you will do exactly as you are told, third, you will not touch me unless I give permission. Do you understand these rules, Gwendolyn?"
While listening to the rules her eyes had gone wide in wonder that he just expected her to follow all of his instructions. Looking at the serious expression on his face she just nodded her head in acquiescence. She couldn't wait to see what he had planned.
"Fine, then, shall we begin," it was not a question, but a command. He briefly surveyed the room to see where it would be best to position himself for what he had in mind. Removing his cloak and moving to stand in front of an overstuffed chair he motioned her to come and stand before him.
After looking her up and down in the most degrading way imaginable, he looked directly at her making her feel he was looking right through her with his cold, unblinking stare, and said, "I'm going to touch you, everywhere."
Gwen raised an eyebrow in distain, was that the worst thing he could think of? Nonetheless she slightly raised her arms away from her body as if to say, 'go for it'.
He did. He took both her hands in his and lightly ran his fingers up the length of her arms where he gently gripped her shoulders in his hands. That was the last of any tentativeness, from then on he owned her. Lucius slid his fingers from her shoulders inward to her collar bones and slipped this hands around her throat, causing her to gasp. "I said I wanted to touch you, not hurt you," he said. He slid the tips of his fingers across her throat back to her shoulders and down her sides. Slowly he moved his hands around to squeeze each breast running his thumbs across her nipples coaxing them to erectness. Gwen arched her back pressing into his hands. He leaned closer to her so that his hair brushed against her face and buried his face in the hollow of her neck above her shoulder; not touching her, just hovering there, when he took a deep breath she realized he was inhaling her scent as if memorizing it. Lucius slid his hands down to her waist and around her back slowly reaching down to grasp her buttocks in each hand. He looked into her eyes as he pulled her against him so she could feel his arousal against her thigh. Briefly grinding his hips into hers, he released her and reached up to unbutton her dress. As he undid each button he pulled the fabric away from her body so that by the time it was totally open the dress dropped off her shoulders and slid down her body to lie around her feet.
Lucius gazed at the sight of her naked upper body and slowly ran his hands over her trembling flesh, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth. Looking into her eyes he could see the desire building in her, but she was following the rules he had set forth by not speaking or touching, even though her hands were clenching with the need to run her fingers through his long blond hair. He caressed her slowly trailing his fingers over her breasts, pinching her nipples just hard enough to see the brief pain flare in her eyes. Finally, he slid his hands into the back of her panties cupping her buttocks, she gasped when she felt a finger running down the crack probing slightly between and then slide down until his whole hand was in the junction of her legs and his fingers closed over her and combed through the hair on her mound. Gwen's head tilted forward until her forehead was just barely touching Lucius' shoulder, he leaned slightly toward her so her head rested against him. She moaned deep in her throat, then she caught herself not sure if a moan counted as talking, she looked questioningly into his eyes and he nodded, then abruptly removed his hand and pulled down her panties leaving her totally naked. He stepped back to look over the entire length of her body, then he placed his hands on her shoulders and pushed down until she was kneeling in front of him. He sat back in the chair and said, "Clasp your hands behind your back." Gwen did as she was told feeling slightly off balance at the awkward position. "Come closer," he said as he spread his legs so she could kneel between them. She moved forward slowly and discovered she could not move her hands from behind her. She looked up into his face as she realized she was bound by a spell she had not heard him utter, not painful, but still immobile. He sneered slightly at her as he opened his pants and lifted his semi-erect penis free and said, "I think you know what to do now."
She leaned forward awkwardly trying not to fall on him and slowly ran her tongue along the length of him. Licking and nibbling gently from base to head and then sliding her mouth around the tip while she teased the slit there gently with her tongue. Gwen did the best she could given her awkward situation. She sucked as much of the considerable length of him into her mouth as she could, bringing him to full hardness and then concentrating on easing him back into her throat while trying not to gag. Lucius placed his hands on either side of her head taking over total control of her movements as he flexed his legs to thrust deeper into her mouth. His breathing sped up slightly as he pumped into her mouth faster than she was able to keep up with. Gwen relaxed her mouth and throat and let him do what he wanted, still licking and sucking as he thrust into her mouth, trying to give him as much pleasure as she could. His moans letting her know that he was getting close, his fingers twisting in her hair to keep her mouth right where he wanted it, then with a final thrust he exploded, spilling down her throat as she swallowed him.
Almost at once he let go of her and she slid her head down until it was resting on his thigh. He pushed her back from his legs and abruptly stood. As he was fastening his pants he said, "I will return, this in no way has paid off your bet." With that he picked up his cloak and disapperated away.
Gwen slumped to the floor and didn't even realize that her hands were free or that she was crying until she moved to wipe the tears from her face. How like an arrogant Malfoy to have left her like this? He had made sure he was satisfied and could have cared less if she was or not. We shall see what happens the next time she thought, but deep down she knew she would let him do whatever he wanted to her and she would not complain, or ask for more. To beg would give him exactly what he wanted, total control over her. That she would not allow. Then she stood, gathered her clothes. She would take a bath and try to forget the ache between her legs, at least until she saw him again.