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 Eight
A few days later Gwen received a formal invitation to the seventeenth birthday party for Draco Malfoy. 'Great,' she thought, "now I have to go and deal with the two of them on their home turf. There must be some way for me to get out of this.'
Right on the heels of that owl another one appeared with another message for her. "Don't even think of not showing up. I have plans for you. L."
Gwen knew she couldn't refuse the invite without causing a problem for her family, Narcissa would not accept just any explanation as to why she could not attend. If fact, she had other plans as well, a third owl arrived with a message from her, "Gwen, do plan on spending the weekend here, I so look forward to having time to talk to you. Narcissa.
Gwen had no choice. She packed a small bag and prepared to leave for the Malfoy country estate after work on Friday. The same carriage Lucius had brought her home in not two weeks ago arrived to transport her. Riding alone Gwen had time to reflect on all that had happened. She had also received a message from Draco telling her how excited he was that she would be his guest for the weekend. 'I am never going to have a moment alone,' she thought.
Upon her arrival at the mansion, Gwen was shown to a lovely suite of rooms, complete with a sitting room and a separate bedroom, and a huge bathroom with a large marble tub big enough for two. "Now that has definite possibilities," she said aloud.
"Yes, it does." Lucius' voice caused Gwen to jump and turn toward the sound. He was standing there, smiling slightly. "Very definite possibilities."
"Do I get to choose who I'd like to share my bath with?" Gwen asked.
"What are you blathering about now?"
"Well, you seem to think you are the only one who wants me. Your son has plans along those lines as well, I think, from the message he sent me." Gwen replied.
"Draco knows to keep his hands off of you. I told you I don't share my toys, not even with my son." Lucius moved across the floor so he was standing right behind her.
Gwen turned to face him, "Maybe I am tired of being just toy. If I worked this right I could end up your daughter-in-law." She laughed at the look on Lucius' face. "Wouldn't that make for some interesting family gatherings? Of course, it's not like you and I actually have anything to hide, now, is it? We haven't actually had sex yet, have we? Just a little playing around, no intercourse, surely what we've done doesn't count, does it?"
Lucius looked at her, trying to decide if she was joking or not, "My dear, you would be a great addition to our family. How many men can expect their daughters-in-law to service them whenever they ask?"
"That would have to stop, I doubt Draco would want to share his wife with his father. That could cause some very hard feelings between the two of you," Gwen replied smugly.
Lucius pulled her against him and gently smoothed her hair back from her ear. Leaning down to whisper, "You are mine. If I decide to marry you off to my son, then that is what I decide. You have no choice in the matter. I own you." Not giving her a chance to reply he kissed her, hard, taking her breath away.
Gwen struggled against him for a moment, then gave into the kiss, it was after all what she wanted. Once she started to respond Lucius let her go, pushing her gently away from him. She moved across the floor, turning to look out the window. Trying to understand what was happening.
"You have no right to decide who I marry," she gasped.
"But I do. You will do whatever I say, and you know it. Now that I think about it, you would be a very good match for Draco. He needs someone to teach him, about a lot of things."
"Lucius, if you think for one second that I am going to be passed from one Malfoy to another you had better think again. I will not be used as a plaything. Not by you or any other man," Gwen was panting with fury at the thought that he would use her to teach his son about life.
"My dear, you will do what I say," his voice like ice, "that is if you hold out any hope of ever actually having me."
"You know, you've been holding back so long I'm beginning to wonder if you're even worth the wait. And even if for some reason you turned out to be the best fuck in the world, that's all it would be, isn't it? A fuck? You aren't going to marry me, not that I would want to be married to you. So what am I waiting for, nothing." Gwen whirled around and faced him. "Wouldn't you be surprised if I ended up married to your precious son? Would it make you crazy knowing how well I could take care of his needs and desires? Knowing you could never have me again?"
They stood facing each other, she breathing hard, him hardly breathing. Just staring, neither willing to be the first to break eye contact. Finally, Gwen smiled and said, "I really must get dressed, I'm meeting Draco in a few minutes. He's going to give me a tour of the grounds. Won't he be pleased when I take a tour of him." She walked into the bedroom, closing and locking the door behind her. Not that a lock would keep Lucius out.
He stared at the closed door realizing that he did want her, all to himself, but knowing that could not be. Lucius turned and walked out.
As Gwen dressed she thought about what had just happened. 'I could marry Draco, that would fix Lucius, but I don't want Draco. I want Lucius.' She paced around the room like a caged animal. 'If Lucius would just give in and make love to me.' Gwen laughed at her own choice of words, 'make love, right, like love has anything to do with any of this.' She stopped in front of the mirror and looked long and hard at herself. 'Face it, you just want to fuck him, really fuck him, with him on top of you thrusting inside you, where you can see his face, and maybe tell what he's feeling. If only he would just let go enough to allow it. Maybe then I could walk away from him and not always wonder if I'd missed something great. Maybe I could give up a little too.' A knock on the door roused her from her thoughts, "Come in," Gwen said.
The door opened slowly and Draco stuck just his head in the room, "Are you decent?"
"If I wasn't would you go away?" Gwen pulled the door all the way open.
"Probably not, but, since you are, would you care for that tour of the house now?" Draco seemed eager to please her.
"Sure kid, let's go."
The tour took the better part of an hour and still she didn't see even a third of the huge mansion. Draco showed her libraries, sitting rooms and guest rooms. Nothing really personal though. Finally exhausted from walking up and down numerous staircases Gwen called a halt to the tour. "Why don't you show me your room, Draco?"
"My room? Why would you want to see that?"
"Because what you have and how you keep it will tell me a lot about you."
"And you want to know a lot about me? Why?" Draco sounded confused.
"I'm curious about you, that's all," Gwen smiled, and held out her hand to him.
Taking her hand and leading her down the hallway Draco said, "Okay."
He led her to a suite of rooms not unlike the ones she was staying in, only his had that lived in feel to them, Draco's personal things were scattered around. Wizard chess set on the table in the sitting room and bookcases full of obviously read books lined the walls.
"Do you like to read, Draco?"
"Umm, yes, depending on what it is. I'm not too thrilled with the school stuff, but my father has some very interesting things in his library that he lets me read."
"Interesting, how?"
"Well, I don't think you would be interested, just some older books with spells and charms in them," Draco tried to draw her attention elsewhere, "you should see the view out the bedroom window." He took her hand and tugged her in the direction of the bedroom.
Deciding that she would have ample time to find the answers to all her questions, Gwen shrugged and followed him into his bedroom. The view out the window was indeed magnificent, rolling hills led down to the garden where she could see a topiary maze. There were trees she had never seen before along the borders of the garden and plants and flowers of all kind and description. "You're right, Draco, the view is wonderful. I had not idea you were into gardening?"
"I'm not; it's all my mother talks about anymore, this plant and that flower. Which trees grow best where. It makes me crazy, but, she loves it so I listen to her. My father certainly never does."
"I'm sure it's just because his mind is on other more important things."
"Don't defend him! We both know what a bastard he really is, don't we?" Draco asked slyly.
"I don't know him well enough to judge him."
"Who are you trying to fool, he told me all about how you 'take care of his needs', I think that was how he phrased it."
"I have no idea what..."
"He told me all about the two of you! He also told me to keep my hand off, you were his toy, and way too much for me to handle." Draco's voice was a strained whisper.
"I am no one's toy! You'd do well to remember that." Gwen spat out.
"Why do you let him treat you that way? You're intelligent, fun to be around and beautiful, you could have anyone you wanted, why let him abuse you?"
Gwen looked at Draco the confusion evident on both their faces. "I don't know... I just know I need him. If I don't see him for a while I... my body craves him..."
"So you let him treat you like dirt?" Draco clearly didn't understand.
"Nobody else makes me feel the way he does. Look.... I don't expect you to understand. I don't understand. He's like a disease, there is no cure."
"Do you love him?"
"Yes God help me yes I love him," Gwen burst into tears.
Draco put his arms around her trying to comfort her as best he could, she was sobbing uncontrollably. Draco tried to calm Gwen by rubbing her back and shoulders, that not working, he leaned her back until she was lying on the bed with him on top of her. That was how Narcissa found them when she walked into the bedroom moments later looking for Draco.
"What is going on here?" Narcissa cried.
"Uh mother it's not what you think," Draco was trying to untangle himself from Gwen's clinging limbs, "Gwen was upset by something I said, she started crying and I tried to comfort her..." Draco was babbling.
Gwen was struggling to catch her breath, "Narcissa, please don't think badly of Draco, he's been a perfect gentlemen."
"Not if he said something to upset you so."
Gwen and Draco were still on the bed, Gwen on her back, Draco on his side next to her, one leg across hers, when they heard Lucius' voice, "Someone better start explaining fast."
Draco flew off Gwen, struggling to stand up and face his father. "Father, I seem to have hurt Gwen's feelings, she was crying, I tried to comfort her and Mother walked in."
"Comfort her by taking advantage of her. Draco is that how you were raised." Lucius' voice was icy. "Gwen, dear, come with me, I'll escort you back to your rooms where you can freshen up for dinner." He said as he took Gwen's hand a pulled her up from the bed. "Draco, I'll deal with you later."
LOSS OF CONTROL
Chapter Eight
A few days later Gwen received a formal invitation to the seventeenth birthday party for Draco Malfoy. 'Great,' she thought, "now I have to go and deal with the two of them on their home turf. There must be some way for me to get out of this.'
Right on the heels of that owl another one appeared with another message for her. "Don't even think of not showing up. I have plans for you. L."
Gwen knew she couldn't refuse the invite without causing a problem for her family, Narcissa would not accept just any explanation as to why she could not attend. If fact, she had other plans as well, a third owl arrived with a message from her, "Gwen, do plan on spending the weekend here, I so look forward to having time to talk to you. Narcissa.
Gwen had no choice. She packed a small bag and prepared to leave for the Malfoy country estate after work on Friday. The same carriage Lucius had brought her home in not two weeks ago arrived to transport her. Riding alone Gwen had time to reflect on all that had happened. She had also received a message from Draco telling her how excited he was that she would be his guest for the weekend. 'I am never going to have a moment alone,' she thought.
Upon her arrival at the mansion, Gwen was shown to a lovely suite of rooms, complete with a sitting room and a separate bedroom, and a huge bathroom with a large marble tub big enough for two. "Now that has definite possibilities," she said aloud.
"Yes, it does." Lucius' voice caused Gwen to jump and turn toward the sound. He was standing there, smiling slightly. "Very definite possibilities."
"Do I get to choose who I'd like to share my bath with?" Gwen asked.
"What are you blathering about now?"
"Well, you seem to think you are the only one who wants me. Your son has plans along those lines as well, I think, from the message he sent me." Gwen replied.
"Draco knows to keep his hands off of you. I told you I don't share my toys, not even with my son." Lucius moved across the floor so he was standing right behind her.
Gwen turned to face him, "Maybe I am tired of being just toy. If I worked this right I could end up your daughter-in-law." She laughed at the look on Lucius' face. "Wouldn't that make for some interesting family gatherings? Of course, it's not like you and I actually have anything to hide, now, is it? We haven't actually had sex yet, have we? Just a little playing around, no intercourse, surely what we've done doesn't count, does it?"
Lucius looked at her, trying to decide if she was joking or not, "My dear, you would be a great addition to our family. How many men can expect their daughters-in-law to service them whenever they ask?"
"That would have to stop, I doubt Draco would want to share his wife with his father. That could cause some very hard feelings between the two of you," Gwen replied smugly.
Lucius pulled her against him and gently smoothed her hair back from her ear. Leaning down to whisper, "You are mine. If I decide to marry you off to my son, then that is what I decide. You have no choice in the matter. I own you." Not giving her a chance to reply he kissed her, hard, taking her breath away.
Gwen struggled against him for a moment, then gave into the kiss, it was after all what she wanted. Once she started to respond Lucius let her go, pushing her gently away from him. She moved across the floor, turning to look out the window. Trying to understand what was happening.
"You have no right to decide who I marry," she gasped.
"But I do. You will do whatever I say, and you know it. Now that I think about it, you would be a very good match for Draco. He needs someone to teach him, about a lot of things."
"Lucius, if you think for one second that I am going to be passed from one Malfoy to another you had better think again. I will not be used as a plaything. Not by you or any other man," Gwen was panting with fury at the thought that he would use her to teach his son about life.
"My dear, you will do what I say," his voice like ice, "that is if you hold out any hope of ever actually having me."
"You know, you've been holding back so long I'm beginning to wonder if you're even worth the wait. And even if for some reason you turned out to be the best fuck in the world, that's all it would be, isn't it? A fuck? You aren't going to marry me, not that I would want to be married to you. So what am I waiting for, nothing." Gwen whirled around and faced him. "Wouldn't you be surprised if I ended up married to your precious son? Would it make you crazy knowing how well I could take care of his needs and desires? Knowing you could never have me again?"
They stood facing each other, she breathing hard, him hardly breathing. Just staring, neither willing to be the first to break eye contact. Finally, Gwen smiled and said, "I really must get dressed, I'm meeting Draco in a few minutes. He's going to give me a tour of the grounds. Won't he be pleased when I take a tour of him." She walked into the bedroom, closing and locking the door behind her. Not that a lock would keep Lucius out.
He stared at the closed door realizing that he did want her, all to himself, but knowing that could not be. Lucius turned and walked out.
As Gwen dressed she thought about what had just happened. 'I could marry Draco, that would fix Lucius, but I don't want Draco. I want Lucius.' She paced around the room like a caged animal. 'If Lucius would just give in and make love to me.' Gwen laughed at her own choice of words, 'make love, right, like love has anything to do with any of this.' She stopped in front of the mirror and looked long and hard at herself. 'Face it, you just want to fuck him, really fuck him, with him on top of you thrusting inside you, where you can see his face, and maybe tell what he's feeling. If only he would just let go enough to allow it. Maybe then I could walk away from him and not always wonder if I'd missed something great. Maybe I could give up a little too.' A knock on the door roused her from her thoughts, "Come in," Gwen said.
The door opened slowly and Draco stuck just his head in the room, "Are you decent?"
"If I wasn't would you go away?" Gwen pulled the door all the way open.
"Probably not, but, since you are, would you care for that tour of the house now?" Draco seemed eager to please her.
"Sure kid, let's go."
The tour took the better part of an hour and still she didn't see even a third of the huge mansion. Draco showed her libraries, sitting rooms and guest rooms. Nothing really personal though. Finally exhausted from walking up and down numerous staircases Gwen called a halt to the tour. "Why don't you show me your room, Draco?"
"My room? Why would you want to see that?"
"Because what you have and how you keep it will tell me a lot about you."
"And you want to know a lot about me? Why?" Draco sounded confused.
"I'm curious about you, that's all," Gwen smiled, and held out her hand to him.
Taking her hand and leading her down the hallway Draco said, "Okay."
He led her to a suite of rooms not unlike the ones she was staying in, only his had that lived in feel to them, Draco's personal things were scattered around. Wizard chess set on the table in the sitting room and bookcases full of obviously read books lined the walls.
"Do you like to read, Draco?"
"Umm, yes, depending on what it is. I'm not too thrilled with the school stuff, but my father has some very interesting things in his library that he lets me read."
"Interesting, how?"
"Well, I don't think you would be interested, just some older books with spells and charms in them," Draco tried to draw her attention elsewhere, "you should see the view out the bedroom window." He took her hand and tugged her in the direction of the bedroom.
Deciding that she would have ample time to find the answers to all her questions, Gwen shrugged and followed him into his bedroom. The view out the window was indeed magnificent, rolling hills led down to the garden where she could see a topiary maze. There were trees she had never seen before along the borders of the garden and plants and flowers of all kind and description. "You're right, Draco, the view is wonderful. I had not idea you were into gardening?"
"I'm not; it's all my mother talks about anymore, this plant and that flower. Which trees grow best where. It makes me crazy, but, she loves it so I listen to her. My father certainly never does."
"I'm sure it's just because his mind is on other more important things."
"Don't defend him! We both know what a bastard he really is, don't we?" Draco asked slyly.
"I don't know him well enough to judge him."
"Who are you trying to fool, he told me all about how you 'take care of his needs', I think that was how he phrased it."
"I have no idea what..."
"He told me all about the two of you! He also told me to keep my hand off, you were his toy, and way too much for me to handle." Draco's voice was a strained whisper.
"I am no one's toy! You'd do well to remember that." Gwen spat out.
"Why do you let him treat you that way? You're intelligent, fun to be around and beautiful, you could have anyone you wanted, why let him abuse you?"
Gwen looked at Draco the confusion evident on both their faces. "I don't know... I just know I need him. If I don't see him for a while I... my body craves him..."
"So you let him treat you like dirt?" Draco clearly didn't understand.
"Nobody else makes me feel the way he does. Look.... I don't expect you to understand. I don't understand. He's like a disease, there is no cure."
"Do you love him?"
"Yes God help me yes I love him," Gwen burst into tears.
Draco put his arms around her trying to comfort her as best he could, she was sobbing uncontrollably. Draco tried to calm Gwen by rubbing her back and shoulders, that not working, he leaned her back until she was lying on the bed with him on top of her. That was how Narcissa found them when she walked into the bedroom moments later looking for Draco.
"What is going on here?" Narcissa cried.
"Uh mother it's not what you think," Draco was trying to untangle himself from Gwen's clinging limbs, "Gwen was upset by something I said, she started crying and I tried to comfort her..." Draco was babbling.
Gwen was struggling to catch her breath, "Narcissa, please don't think badly of Draco, he's been a perfect gentlemen."
"Not if he said something to upset you so."
Gwen and Draco were still on the bed, Gwen on her back, Draco on his side next to her, one leg across hers, when they heard Lucius' voice, "Someone better start explaining fast."
Draco flew off Gwen, struggling to stand up and face his father. "Father, I seem to have hurt Gwen's feelings, she was crying, I tried to comfort her and Mother walked in."
"Comfort her by taking advantage of her. Draco is that how you were raised." Lucius' voice was icy. "Gwen, dear, come with me, I'll escort you back to your rooms where you can freshen up for dinner." He said as he took Gwen's hand a pulled her up from the bed. "Draco, I'll deal with you later."