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 Nine
Lucius practically dragged Gwen down the hallway to her rooms. She had to run to keep up with him. When he pulled her into the bedroom and flung her down on the bed she was panting with exertion.
"What were you doing with my son," Lucius spat out between clenched teeth.
Gwen looked at him, closely, and realized he was furious, madder than she had ever seen him. Still she knew she had to stand her ground or lose everything she had gained with him, not that there was much to lose. "Getting to know him better, Daddy, or do you prefer that I call you Father, like Draco does?"
"What I prefer is that you keep your hands off my son." Lucius was now pacing back in forth in front of her.
"Well what kind of a marriage will that be? I'm not marrying someone I can't touch. What would be the point in that?" She knew she was babbling but couldn't stop herself. "Besides, what do you care, I thought you wanted me to marry him?"
Lucius stopped and sat next to Gwen on the bed; gently he reached out and brushed the stray hairs off her face. Putting his hands on her shoulders he pushed her back on the bed, stretching out next to her half covering her body with his own. "Gwen, how many times do I have to tell you, I do not share my toys!" He kissed her, hard, not giving her a chance to reply. As she responded to his kiss, he started pulling her skirt up. Gwen broke away from his questing mouth and pushed him off of her, sitting up she turned to look at him.
"You have to make up your mind, you either want me or you don't, I can't play these games anymore." Lucius started to answer but Gwen put a finger over his lips to silence him. "I'm serious, Lucius, I can't live like this. You might want to think before you answer me, because if you say you don't want me, I'm gone. With no coming back."
While she was speaking Lucius had been nibbling on her fingers, once she stopped talking he looked at her then started kissing the palm of her hand, slowly making his way up her arm, gently sucking the inside of her elbow and licking at her shoulder, until he got to her neck which he kissed and bit until she was swooning against him. He slid his arms around her holding her close, whispering into her ear, "You know I want you."
Gwen was totally limp in his arms, but, she managed to reply, "How much?" before he started kissing her mouth again.
"Enough."
Gwen pulled her lips away from his, "Enough to really make love to me?"
He closed his mouth over hers again, tongue thrusting roughly between her teeth, "Love has nothing to do with this." He was nibbling on her lips, "You don't love me. You just have a bad case of lust. And, I most certainly don't love you. I just like playing with you."
Gwen struggled to free herself from his lips and arms. Standing and walking away from the bed, she turned and looked at him, he had turned and was on his back, all that lovely blonde hair spread out around his head, a few strands laying across his broad shoulders, one knee up his heel braced against the edge of the bed, he looked so inviting, except for that cold look in his eyes. The look she had seen so often before. "That's where the problem is, see, I do love you," she held her hand up gesturing for him to wait before he spoke, "I didn't plan on it and you certainly don't deserve it, but, there it is. I know you don't care about me, I know that. I just can't stop myself from caring about you. So there you have it, the problem we need to work out."
"I don't see a problem, you love me, so what, we can continue as we've been, nothing has to change. Now bring that warm mouth of yours back here and please me," he held his hand out to her.
"I can't. This hurts me too much, knowing that you really are just playing. I can't live like this, waiting and wondering if you're going to show up, and, if you do, how badly you'll hurt me this time. I need more than that, Lucius, I need hope."
"Hope," he snorted. "Hope of what. Did you honestly think I would change my life for you? "
Gwen sighed turning away from him, hiding her face so he couldn't see the tears falling down her cheeks.
"Well, well isn't this a pleasant little scene?" Narcissa said from the doorway. "I expect this kind of behavior from you, Lucius, but not from you, Gwen."
Gwen hastily wiped her tears away, turning to face Narcissa, she started to explain, "It's not what you think, really..."
"Don't bother dear, I heard enough of the conversation to know what is going on, you should have told me you were fucking him, Gwen, I could have saved you some heartache by telling you he won't ever change. I doubt he's capable of being faithful to one woman. Certainly he's never been faithful to me!" Narcissa walked over to Gwen and pulled her into her arms, patting her on the back in a soothing manner.
Gwen was so confused at this she burst into tears again. Narcissa rocked her gently and murmured comfortingly in Gwen's ear. Lucius still on the bed said, "Isn't this nice, my wife comforting my lover."
Gwen pulled away from Narcissa's arms and looked horrified from one to the other, "This is insane! You know he's been cheating and yet you do nothing to stop him?"
"Why should I stop him? At least he's not bothering me anymore. I had hoped you would be more discreet," Narcissa said looking at Lucius.
"Since I've been playing with her for the better part of a year, I would say I have been discreet."
"Narcissa, I am so sorry, I never meant to hurt you, this will never happen again. Under the circumstances I am sure you will make my excuses to Draco for missing his birthday. I am leaving." Gwen was pulling her cloak on and gathering the few clothes she had taken out and stuffing them back into her overnight bag. She turned and ran from the room. Neither Lucius nor Narcissa made a move to stop her.
Gwen ran out of the house and down the drive, once she was clear of the wards protecting the mansion she was able to apparate home. Alone in her apartment she sat in the chair Lucius had always sat in and cried until she had no more tears.
Gwen spent most of the day Saturday in bed, head under the covers, trying to figure out how her life got so screwed up. She knew it was all her own fault. If she hadn't been so attracted to Lucius she wouldn't have any problem.
Late in the afternoon she was roused by a persistent knocking on her door. Try as she might to ignore it, whoever it was would not give up. Finally, she pulled on her bathrobe and made her way to the door.
She barely had it opened before Stephen pushed his way into the room. "Gwen, thank god you're here. I've been so worried about you." He stopped as he took in her disheveled state. "What happened, are you alright?"
"Yes, Stephen, I'm fine." Gwen tried to turn away from the concerned young man, but he grasped her arm and held her in place.
"Don't tell me. This mysterious man you are so in love with has dumped you yet again."
"You don't have to sound so smug about it." She replied, "And just for the record, I left him this time."
"Well you've finally come to your senses. Maybe now we can continue where we left off?"
Gwen looked at Stephen, standing there so eager, like a puppy waiting to be petted, and yet she knew things would never work between them. He just didn't give her the thrill she got whenever she saw Lucius. No one did. "Calm down, it isn't really over, we're just taking a break for now," she said hoping that it was true. "Besides, Stephen, I've told you we will never work together." Gwen saw his eager face fall, "You know I still have feelings for him, and while I like you, I don't love you. I don't know that I'll ever love anyone other than him. You don't want to be involved with someone you know doesn't love you, do you?"
"You seem to be."
"Yes, well there you go, look how unhappy I am. Don't you want better for yourself?"
Stephen stepped up next to her and pulled her into his arms, cradling her head against his shoulder. "All I want is for you to be happy, whatever it takes."
"That's sweet, Stephen, but I don't think you really mean that."
"Yes," he said as he stroked her back, "I do." He tilted her head back and kissed her gently.
At first she tensed against him, not wanting to lead him on, but as he kissed her more intently she gave in and kissed him back, relaxing and sliding her arms around him. Then the thought of what Lucius would do if he knew what was going on made her pull abruptly away. "No, we can't do this. It's not fair to either of us."
"Again you are deciding what I think is fair? Come on, Gwen, you can't deny that you do feel something for me.
"Maybe I do. But I love him. And I owe it to myself to find out what happens next. You had better leave now," she said as she opened the door for him to leave.
"Fine, I'll go, just remember I'm here for you if you decide you need me."
Gwen closed and locked the door behind him. Looking around the room, she decided the whole apartment needed cleaning, and not magically. She scrubbed and dusted and vacuumed from top to bottom, by the time she was through everything gleamed and shined. And she was exhausted. She showered and went to bed not getting up until Monday morning to prepare for work.
LOSS OF CONTROL
Chapter Nine
Lucius practically dragged Gwen down the hallway to her rooms. She had to run to keep up with him. When he pulled her into the bedroom and flung her down on the bed she was panting with exertion.
"What were you doing with my son," Lucius spat out between clenched teeth.
Gwen looked at him, closely, and realized he was furious, madder than she had ever seen him. Still she knew she had to stand her ground or lose everything she had gained with him, not that there was much to lose. "Getting to know him better, Daddy, or do you prefer that I call you Father, like Draco does?"
"What I prefer is that you keep your hands off my son." Lucius was now pacing back in forth in front of her.
"Well what kind of a marriage will that be? I'm not marrying someone I can't touch. What would be the point in that?" She knew she was babbling but couldn't stop herself. "Besides, what do you care, I thought you wanted me to marry him?"
Lucius stopped and sat next to Gwen on the bed; gently he reached out and brushed the stray hairs off her face. Putting his hands on her shoulders he pushed her back on the bed, stretching out next to her half covering her body with his own. "Gwen, how many times do I have to tell you, I do not share my toys!" He kissed her, hard, not giving her a chance to reply. As she responded to his kiss, he started pulling her skirt up. Gwen broke away from his questing mouth and pushed him off of her, sitting up she turned to look at him.
"You have to make up your mind, you either want me or you don't, I can't play these games anymore." Lucius started to answer but Gwen put a finger over his lips to silence him. "I'm serious, Lucius, I can't live like this. You might want to think before you answer me, because if you say you don't want me, I'm gone. With no coming back."
While she was speaking Lucius had been nibbling on her fingers, once she stopped talking he looked at her then started kissing the palm of her hand, slowly making his way up her arm, gently sucking the inside of her elbow and licking at her shoulder, until he got to her neck which he kissed and bit until she was swooning against him. He slid his arms around her holding her close, whispering into her ear, "You know I want you."
Gwen was totally limp in his arms, but, she managed to reply, "How much?" before he started kissing her mouth again.
"Enough."
Gwen pulled her lips away from his, "Enough to really make love to me?"
He closed his mouth over hers again, tongue thrusting roughly between her teeth, "Love has nothing to do with this." He was nibbling on her lips, "You don't love me. You just have a bad case of lust. And, I most certainly don't love you. I just like playing with you."
Gwen struggled to free herself from his lips and arms. Standing and walking away from the bed, she turned and looked at him, he had turned and was on his back, all that lovely blonde hair spread out around his head, a few strands laying across his broad shoulders, one knee up his heel braced against the edge of the bed, he looked so inviting, except for that cold look in his eyes. The look she had seen so often before. "That's where the problem is, see, I do love you," she held her hand up gesturing for him to wait before he spoke, "I didn't plan on it and you certainly don't deserve it, but, there it is. I know you don't care about me, I know that. I just can't stop myself from caring about you. So there you have it, the problem we need to work out."
"I don't see a problem, you love me, so what, we can continue as we've been, nothing has to change. Now bring that warm mouth of yours back here and please me," he held his hand out to her.
"I can't. This hurts me too much, knowing that you really are just playing. I can't live like this, waiting and wondering if you're going to show up, and, if you do, how badly you'll hurt me this time. I need more than that, Lucius, I need hope."
"Hope," he snorted. "Hope of what. Did you honestly think I would change my life for you? "
Gwen sighed turning away from him, hiding her face so he couldn't see the tears falling down her cheeks.
"Well, well isn't this a pleasant little scene?" Narcissa said from the doorway. "I expect this kind of behavior from you, Lucius, but not from you, Gwen."
Gwen hastily wiped her tears away, turning to face Narcissa, she started to explain, "It's not what you think, really..."
"Don't bother dear, I heard enough of the conversation to know what is going on, you should have told me you were fucking him, Gwen, I could have saved you some heartache by telling you he won't ever change. I doubt he's capable of being faithful to one woman. Certainly he's never been faithful to me!" Narcissa walked over to Gwen and pulled her into her arms, patting her on the back in a soothing manner.
Gwen was so confused at this she burst into tears again. Narcissa rocked her gently and murmured comfortingly in Gwen's ear. Lucius still on the bed said, "Isn't this nice, my wife comforting my lover."
Gwen pulled away from Narcissa's arms and looked horrified from one to the other, "This is insane! You know he's been cheating and yet you do nothing to stop him?"
"Why should I stop him? At least he's not bothering me anymore. I had hoped you would be more discreet," Narcissa said looking at Lucius.
"Since I've been playing with her for the better part of a year, I would say I have been discreet."
"Narcissa, I am so sorry, I never meant to hurt you, this will never happen again. Under the circumstances I am sure you will make my excuses to Draco for missing his birthday. I am leaving." Gwen was pulling her cloak on and gathering the few clothes she had taken out and stuffing them back into her overnight bag. She turned and ran from the room. Neither Lucius nor Narcissa made a move to stop her.
Gwen ran out of the house and down the drive, once she was clear of the wards protecting the mansion she was able to apparate home. Alone in her apartment she sat in the chair Lucius had always sat in and cried until she had no more tears.
Gwen spent most of the day Saturday in bed, head under the covers, trying to figure out how her life got so screwed up. She knew it was all her own fault. If she hadn't been so attracted to Lucius she wouldn't have any problem.
Late in the afternoon she was roused by a persistent knocking on her door. Try as she might to ignore it, whoever it was would not give up. Finally, she pulled on her bathrobe and made her way to the door.
She barely had it opened before Stephen pushed his way into the room. "Gwen, thank god you're here. I've been so worried about you." He stopped as he took in her disheveled state. "What happened, are you alright?"
"Yes, Stephen, I'm fine." Gwen tried to turn away from the concerned young man, but he grasped her arm and held her in place.
"Don't tell me. This mysterious man you are so in love with has dumped you yet again."
"You don't have to sound so smug about it." She replied, "And just for the record, I left him this time."
"Well you've finally come to your senses. Maybe now we can continue where we left off?"
Gwen looked at Stephen, standing there so eager, like a puppy waiting to be petted, and yet she knew things would never work between them. He just didn't give her the thrill she got whenever she saw Lucius. No one did. "Calm down, it isn't really over, we're just taking a break for now," she said hoping that it was true. "Besides, Stephen, I've told you we will never work together." Gwen saw his eager face fall, "You know I still have feelings for him, and while I like you, I don't love you. I don't know that I'll ever love anyone other than him. You don't want to be involved with someone you know doesn't love you, do you?"
"You seem to be."
"Yes, well there you go, look how unhappy I am. Don't you want better for yourself?"
Stephen stepped up next to her and pulled her into his arms, cradling her head against his shoulder. "All I want is for you to be happy, whatever it takes."
"That's sweet, Stephen, but I don't think you really mean that."
"Yes," he said as he stroked her back, "I do." He tilted her head back and kissed her gently.
At first she tensed against him, not wanting to lead him on, but as he kissed her more intently she gave in and kissed him back, relaxing and sliding her arms around him. Then the thought of what Lucius would do if he knew what was going on made her pull abruptly away. "No, we can't do this. It's not fair to either of us."
"Again you are deciding what I think is fair? Come on, Gwen, you can't deny that you do feel something for me.
"Maybe I do. But I love him. And I owe it to myself to find out what happens next. You had better leave now," she said as she opened the door for him to leave.
"Fine, I'll go, just remember I'm here for you if you decide you need me."
Gwen closed and locked the door behind him. Looking around the room, she decided the whole apartment needed cleaning, and not magically. She scrubbed and dusted and vacuumed from top to bottom, by the time she was through everything gleamed and shined. And she was exhausted. She showered and went to bed not getting up until Monday morning to prepare for work.