Revenge of a Slytherin
Chapter 11
Nichol had no idea how long she sat there but at some point she had fallen asleep. When she woke she was cold and dying to use the bathroom. She was exhausted her eyes and throat sore from crying. She had no way of knowing the time, as there were no windows she didn't even know whether it was night or day. She figured that she had been there for a while as she was thirsty and hungry.
Trying not to fall asleep again she walked around the room for a while, she stretched out and tried to relax with some yoga. Another couple of hours seemed to pass and Nichol once again fell asleep, her body aching and crying out for food and water and more so for the bathroom.
When she woke again he was standing in front of her 'take my hand or stay here, make your choice and make it fast!' he held out his hand to her. Thinking for mere seconds Nichol reasoned with herself that she ought to go with him, nothing could be worse than this room … could it?
Tentatively putting her hand into Lucius' he pulled her to her feet, as he pulled her against him she felt the world vanish from beneath for feet for a couple of seconds, her head swam and the room blurred in front of her eyes but Lucius held her firm and as she felt her knees go weak she felt herself falling deeper into the strength of his arms. He felt so warm and strong and smelled clean and lightly soapy like he had just stepped out of the shower. Closing her eyes Nichol felt herself relax into his embrace.
She was soon to come back down to earth with a bump as she felt the floor once again beneath her feet and she opened her eyes to see she was now standing in another room, suddenly she was falling and hitting the floor with a thud that winded her. Lucius had let go of her as soon as they arrived at their destination. As she hit the floor she glanced up and saw the look of derision on his face as he dusted down the front of his robes as though he had been somehow tainted by the mere touch of her.
'This is to be your room' Lucius said then he walked towards a door and opened it 'this is your bathroom. For now you cannot leave these rooms, if and when I deem it you will be given free reign of the house, you will not be able to go outside without me however.' He then walked to another door and left the room, leaving Nichol still stunned sitting on the floor.
Suddenly realising she could get to the bathroom Nichol jumped up and ran to the door. Feeling much better and extremely relieved Nichol looked around the bathroom, it was very luxurious, with marble countertops a large bathtub and a huge walk in shower. There was a heated towel rail with huge white fluffy towels, Nichol realised how grubby she felt and stepped into the shower – there was already a large array of toiletries in the shower and she realised they were her own, looking back at the countertop she realised that her cosmetics and perfumes and her hairbrushes were all laid out. Puzzled she stepped back under a torrent of hot water, tipping back her head letting the water soak her hair and the jets to massage her scalp. Filling her palm with shampoo she massaged it through her hair piling it into a soapy mass on top of her head, she turned towards the walls forming the back of the shower leaning forwards she put her head against the cool tiles and allowed the hot jets to run over her shoulders and neck.
With a sigh she rinsed the shampoo from her hair and applied plenty conditioner allowing this to soak into her hair while she washed her body. Retrieving her nylon scrunchie from a small hook she poured some body wash onto it, the room was already steaming up and the smell of jasmine and ylang ylang started to permeate the air. Nichol breathed deeply and closed her eyes, the familiar scent reminding her of home. Running the scrunchie firmly over her skin she covered shoulders and arms with a layer of foam and a lightly oiled sheen, the roughness of the scrunchie exfoliating her skin making it glow.
The warm water was reviving her previously cold and aching body. Running the soapy scrunchie down her body she stroked it over her chest, her breasts over her ribs and across her stomach. Leaning over she raised first one foot and then the other soaping each one in turn before running the suds up each leg and over her thighs and then between her legs, shuddering as she ran the roughness over her hidden flesh and lightly grazing her clitoris.
Rinsing the scrunchie she hung it back up and rinsed the conditioner from her hair, allowing its creamy foam to run down her body letting her hands follow the trail she had made earlier. Closing her eyes she let the water rinse away the foam and her hands trailed over her skin lingering for the briefest of moments to touch her nipples. She was very tempted to make herself come, she felt that she needed to but she also felt guilty for feeling this way. 'You are a prisoner here' she chided herself 'you need to find a way out, not enjoy yourself!'
Turning the water colder she let its chill take away some of the need she was feeling before turning off the water and turning to reach for a towel. As she wrapped the warm fluffy towel around her body she turned to step out of the shower and then she saw him, half leaning half sitting on the counter top, with one leg up on the counter knee bent so that he could lean forward against it and he was watching her.
Nichol felt a blush spread across her face and pulled the towel around her tighter. 'Hhhow long have you been there?' she stammered. 'Long enough' came the terse reply. 'There is supper in your room, eat and get some sleep, you will need it.'
Lucius stalked out of the bathroom and out through the bedroom. He was agitated, the temptation to take her there and then annoying him. Male urges to take her overcoming his wish to teach this muggle her place and for that he would make her pay.
Nichol walked through to the bedroom and found a roaring fire in the hearth and before it was a large comfortable chair and a table set with sandwiches, petit fours, cakes and a pot of steaming hot chocolate. Her eyes settled on a small bowl of marshmallows and she remembered with a tremble a long forgotten dream.
Laid out on the bed there was white cotton nightdress and over gown, it was not her own and it was very demure almost matronly. She towel dried her hair and put on the nightgown, once her hair was brushed she looked around the room, walking over and looking into the wardrobes, they contained her own clothes and lots she did not recognise, but they were her size, but she could not find a single pair of her knickers, they had all gone – and of all the new clothing there was no new ones 'how strange' she thought.
Nichol curled up in the chair by the warm fire ate her fill and drank some of the warming hot chocolate, unsure whether it was the warmth from the fire or the comforting hot chocolate she was soon feeling sleepy. She started to fall asleep in front of the fire before wandering over to the bed, she was too tired to even climb under the covers she just flopped down on top of the bed and fell into a deep slumber.
It was several hours later that she was woken when someone sat on the edge of her bed, she kept her eyes closed tight and hoped they would just leave, but they did not.
Lucius stood watching her for a while before he sat down. He had looked at her pale skin and her soft black hair as it fanned out over the pillows. He had seen her shift in her sleep and whispered something he could not hear. Anger welled up within his chest as he wondered of whom she was dreaming.
A hand reached out and stroked her hair and she tried not to flinch as he stroked her cheek. As his weight lifted from the bed she thought he was leaving and peeped out through half open eyes but he was still here with his back to the bed, he was removing his shirt 'I know you are awake you know' he said flatly. As he sat back on the bed beside her she made a move to swing herself over the bed but it would seem he had expected this and he grabbed her moving his body on top of hers and using his weight to pin her to the mattress he leant towards he and placed his lips over hers, kissing her with a passion, a hunger and with an anger that took away her breath.
Nichol reached out and tried to scratch him but he grabbed her wrists and held them so tight she cried out in pain, then he pulled her arms up over her head. He fumbled for a second with something by the head of the bed and when he removed his hands from hers she found her hands were bound and she could not pull them back down. He ran his hands down along her arms and knelt up his thighs pinning her legs to the bed, running his hands down over her breasts and ribs before running them back up taking her breasts in his hands and roughly squeezing them. Unfastening the ribbon holding the neck of her nightdress closed 'I thought this would be so apt, so virginal for our first night together' he said as he opened the neckline, taking the fabric into each hand and then tearing the fabric open. With that one tear he rent the fabric down past her waist, with another tug he tore it open completely leaving her naked before his eyes.
'You bastard' she screamed 'get off me!' in the faint moonlight coming in through the drapes she could see the mocking in his eyes as he looked down upon her. 'This is rape you sick fuck, don't do this.'
'No this is not' he sneered.
'I don't want this, please don't.' She was almost begging now.
'Why fight me muggle, you have wanted me since that day we first met in Hogsmeade' he said mockingly 'you will beg me to fuck you before this night is out!'
'Nooo!' Nichol cried out to deny his words but she remembered how he had made her feel that day, how she had wanted him to touch her even then.
Lucius bent his head to her neck and softly nibbled on her pale flesh, Nichol could feel his breath hot against her skin, and when he moved his lips towards her ears she could hear him breathing deeply and she heard him whisper 'say it, say you want me muggle!'
Involuntarily Nichol tipped back her head exposing her neck more openly to him and sighing deeply.
Climbing from the bed Lucius left Nichol feeling a sense of loss she wanted him to leave her but she yearned for his touch. She was unprepared to feel his hands as they slid down her legs, he was standing by the foot of the bed she realised too late what he was doing as he fastened her ankle to the bottom of the bed she tried to kick out with her other foot but he caught it and this too was fastened to the bottom of the bed. Realising her position Nichol was embarrassed to realise that she now had her legs open to him.
Nichol hated him so much, but the sight of him standing at the foot of the bed wearing just black trousers and no shirt, long blonde hair loose over his shoulders, sent shivers down her spine. Even she had to admit that the man was so sexy even with his arrogant and twisted personality and cold black heart. Her mind was screaming for him to go away but her body was yearning for his touch.
Lucius climbed back onto the bottom of the bed and slid his body over hers, the combination of the smoothness of his skin and the rough fabric of his trousers, the cold metal of his belt buckle all sending sparks through her body.
Arching her back Nichol closed her eyes as he cupped her breasts in his hands pinching both of her nipples before taking each one in turn into his mouth, his tongue lashing each into erect peaks and then biting and grazing each with his teeth. With his mouth on her breasts he ran one hand down her body and slid it over her stomach and down between her thighs. With no gentleness he slid a thumb into her making her squirm and press against his hand.
Despite herself she was already wet and his thumb met with no resistance before he slid it out again and used her own juices to lubricate and massage her clitoris. Biting her bottom lip Nichol moaned feeling Lucius' hair sweep over her skin as he moved down over her body, he slid a pillow beneath her hips and placed his mouth against her. His fingers opening her to his probing tongue he alternated the firm touch of his thumb with the gentle touch of his tongue. For Nichol it was both heaven and hell she wanted him and she hated him for that, she wanted to have her hands free to push him away but also to pull him further into her.
Running his tongue around the edge of her opening he teased the very sensitive rim, she was dying for him to fill her with his tongue, his fingers, his cock … she could not say it, she could not give in to him.
But even as she thought this she knew her strength was faltering, her own body betraying her. The touch of his mouth, tongue and fingers against her most sensitive flesh the feel of his long blonde hair against her thighs…
She raised her head slightly and looked deep into his eyes she could see the challenge in his aristocratic features. Never taking his eyes from her Lucius clamped his teeth onto her erect clitoris causing her to throw back her head in pain but it was more than that, every inch of her was alive she had never felt so alive.
Lucius moved his lips from her and kissed his way back up her body, he would lick, kiss and bite her skin. She could feel his hair sweeping over her flesh causing it to goose bump. Then he was kissing her again and she could taste herself on his lips, his tongue probing her mouth as his fingers were now probing between her legs. She felt lightheaded and could feel her blood pounding around her body as she panted against his mouth trying to catch her breath.
He moved to her ear and he heard him hiss at her 'tell me, tell me what you want!'
As he spoke he pressed his thumb against her clit harder 'nnnooo' she cried. Lucius shifted slightly and removed his trousers before lying back against her. She could hear him breathing into her ear his breath ragged, this only served to make her want him more. He pressed the tip of his cock against her, occasionally thrusting just enough to tease her but not enough to enter her.
'Say it muggle' he whispered.
'Nnooo' she gasped her whole body throbbing with lust.
'You want me bitch, just admit it!' exploring her body hungrily. Roughly massaging her breasts, kissing her, biting her and pulling her hair.
Nichol closed her eyes against the feelings but this only heightened them, when she opened them again she found she was looking into his blue/grey eyes. She knew that had he not been such a despicable bastard she could so easily love this man, but he disgusted her and this made her want him all the more.
He lay fully on top of her, placing the tip of his cock just inside her pussy, without thinking she threw back her head and gasped as she thrust her hips towards him. But he moved with her, always staying just within her and yet just out of reach. Laughing he said again … 'tell me' he was mocking her now, he knew she wanted him, he could feel that she was also close to climax, but he wanted to make her tell him, he would make her beg for release.
Nichol wanted him so much and she hated that she wanted to hold his head in her hands as she kissed him, she wanted to run her fingers through his hair and she wanted so much to grasp his arse and pull his cock deep into her. If only her legs were free she would wrap them around him and hold him deep inside her. She almost screamed at herself to stop, these mental images only served to make her hornier, once more she pushed her hips toward him aching to take him into her, but once more he pulled back.
'Say it!' he repeated, he had to admire this muggle, she was strong, he ached to just fuck her and have his own release but he wanted to subjugate her first and this thought made him harder.
He slipped one hand between their bodies and pressed the fleshy pad of his thumb against her clit again, he pressed hard and drew his thumb in circles against her most sensitive tip Nichol threw back her head and screamed, partly lust and partly pain from the throbbing sensations coursing through her body. 'Ohhh' she panted drawing her hands into fists and curling her toes whilst pulling against her bonds.
'You only need say the word Nichol and I will fuck you!' he whispered in her ear,
His voice and clipped accent sent a shiver through her entire body and hearing him talk so dirty in her ear was more than Nichol could bear. 'I want you' she whispered. Lucius smiled to himself and tipped his head to one side raising an eyebrow 'sorry?' he ground his thumb against her clit again.
Suddenly he clicked his fingers and Nichol was free but she no longer cared, she ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him towards her kissing him hungrily. Coming back up for air she looked into his eyes she was defeated she needed him 'fuck me Lucius' she gasped. As she said this he thrust forward burying himself deep inside her, Nichol raised her legs and wrapped them around him pulling him deeper and holding him there.
Knowing he had beaten her Lucius fucked her hard taking his own pleasure from being inside her. He had to admit to himself that she felt good, her pussy hot and tight against his cock. Nichol cried out with each thrust and dug her nails into his back scratching and clawing at him both of their bodies bathed with the sheen of sweat.
Moving slightly Lucius pulled himself up and put her legs over his shoulders allowing him to thrust downwards and deeper into her, this angle causing the base of his shaft to crush against her clit with each thrust. Bent almost double Nichol half closed her eyes and ran her palms down his chest and dug her nails in to Lucius' nipples as she felt as though a wave crashed over her. Lucius threw back his head and grunted as he felt her already tight pussy spasm against his cock and try to draw him into her further.
'Fucking muggle!' he repeated over and over as he pounded into her harder as though trying to harm her, but this just pushed her over the edge. Nichol screamed 'you bastard!' as her whole body twitched and she felt like she would explode with pleasure and pain. Lucius felt as though she could crush his cock inside her, he had never felt a woman come so hard on his cock and it caused him to lose his composure and he could hold back no longer. Falling forwards onto her he let her legs slide down his body, as he stayed buried inside her as he too came.
Afterwards he rolled over taking her with him, they both lay catching their breath Nichol with her head lying on Lucius chest listening to his heart. Lucius raised his hand and stroked her hair then he just roughly pushed her from him swung his legs from the bed and stood. Without a second glance Lucius stalked naked from the room leaving Nichol feeling utterly used and alone.
Back in his rooms Lucius was furious with himself, he had let his guard down and why … because the bitch had a nice tight pussy? 'Fucking muggle' he hissed as he marched into his bathroom to take a shower.