Malfoy's desires

Chapter seventeen: When the cold facts are there to be seen.

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The evening and ensuing night was filled with the most passionate expressions of lust. If Lucius had any reserves about the woman's capacity to fulfill his desires, he had been delightfully surprised. Her hunger for more had kept him more than occupied. He had met his match, well... almost.

Between bouts of furious and actives carnal exchanges, they had spoken to each other about their personal fantasies, especially the ones they had yet to engage in. Katherine's ideal scenario involved an elaborate montage involving masks, several men that she knew... no talking allowed. Lucius could readily imagine it in his mind. He had smirked while thinking of her in the throws of passion, well aided by three most willing wizards. To say that she enjoyed commanding during their little trysts was a weak comparison to what he had gone through in the past few hours. He had been a willing participant, exploring the depths of her need to dominate her lover.

Lucius had been uncharacteristically well behaved in this respect, since he usually dominated any sexual encounters he had had in the past. But after a few hours of rest in the wee hours of the night, he had awoken with a devilish plan of his own. Carefully getting up from the bed, doing his utmost not to wake his new found partner. After donning his black velvet dressing gown, he had left the room quietly.

Returning with a few things from his personal 'pleasure room', with a swish of his wand and a few murmured words, he had once again changed the decor to something that suited his whim. Gone were the meters and meters of lacy drapes, replaced by darkened walls and a few rod iron sconces to light the place. With a few more touches, the room was suitably dark and eerie.

His penchant for sadistic ministering had to be curbed somewhat, since his lover had expressed a loathing for anything that could be painful. So any blood rituals were really out of the question... Pity, he thought silently as he studied her sleeping form. She had the prettiest neck and wrists to fulfill his dark desires. He would eventually get her to try his Dark Arts fantasy. But not during this visit.

Katherine woke some time after that, stretching her limbs leisurely while letting a yawn escape her lips. Her eyes were still closed as she started to smile, thinking of the lovely time she had passed with the master of the mansion. Her hand stretched out toward his side of the bed, expecting to feel the warmth of his skin. When she only met the cool of the satin sheets with her fingertips, her eyes popped open as she turned her head to see where he had gone.

'Aww, my dearest has awoken from her deep slumber.' Lucius said from one of the darkened corners, his low baritone voice almost growling at her. 'Sleep well, my little tigress?' he chuckled on behind his pure white mask.

Katherine strained her eyes to try to see where his voice was coming from. Of course she had noticed the odd new decor but thought she'd mention it later on. 'Lucius? What are you doing? Where are you?' she said in quick succession, wondering what he had planned now.

'Over here.' he murmured softly as he took his wand out once again. He flicked it once and had dressed her in a long black bustier gown, cinched in all the right places.

Katherine gasped as she felt the cool fabric apparate next to her skin, giving her a slight thrill as the goose bumps ran across her body. She got off the bed to inspect the lovely new gown she was sporting, wondering again what he had in store. 'This is lovely.' she said as her hands ran over her waist and hips to smooth the silken fabric over her forms.

Lucius eyed her intently from the relative darkness of his corner niche. His senses were alive with the many thoughts of things he would do to her. Her skin glowed next the dark material of the gown, the low lights castings the most sensual shadows around her face and bosom. He licked his thin lips in anticipation, 'you are beautiful in that dress. It's quite becoming on you, my pet.'

Katherine shot him an impish smile as she said, 'hmm... so I'm only pretty because of this dress?' She couldn't resist making a joke about it since she had never found herself particularly pretty in anything she wore. Her insecurities about herself and what she looked like were finally shinning through. She paled a bit, berating herself for showing such abject humility in front of him.

'No, I would never say that about you. Clothed or not, you are quite delicious to behold in any man's eye.' he said cautiously but with a note of gentleness. He didn't want to make her feel wretched about herself, seeing that he had other experiments he wanted to conclude with her. Her self-confidence was an important ingredient to make this little trip of his a success.

She smiled at him, happy that he enjoyed her instead of the dress. She wasn't conceited in any way, but her self-doubt had just been washed away with a few well-placed words of praise and encouragement. 'Thank you for saying that! I'm happy that you...' she couldn't finish the sentence, feeling a bit embarrassed about how conceited it all sounded in her mind.

Lucius came forward, his black cloak rustling softly as he walked toward her. Katherine finally saw him, mask and all, giving her the first glimpse of his dark persona. She had never envisioned him this way and it caused quite a tremor of fear mixed with a healthy dose of awe. He looked simply smashing to her. He was dark, elegant, dangerous... and totally desirable. This vision of him was making her feel very lustful.

'Lucius, this is so... where did you get that mask? It looks like the ones that the Death Eaters wear.' she said without thinking, until the realization of what her words could mean hit her like well applied blasting curse. She blanched as her words sank further in her consciousness, making her feel weak and faintly. She shook her head gently, it couldn't be so...

Lucius saw the girl sway a little and took the last few steps to grip her arms before she could fall. Through his mask, he looked at her face as an assortment of thoughts and feelings passed over her features. He would wait till she spoke again before committing himself either way. He wouldn't confirm her beliefs or deny them out rightly.

Katherine snapped out of her daze, looking up at the masked man before her. Her lips parted, seemingly wanting to say something. She was confused by all of it. Had she slept with a Death Eater?

Lucius spoke to her in his most poised and controlled voice. 'Katherine, are you feeling ill? You seem to have gone deathly pale for a moment there.' He ran his hands up and down her bared arms.

'No, I'm not ill. I'm just a bit surprised and...' what could she possibly say to him. 'Sorry, but I don't usually date Voldemort's followers or maybe, Death Eaters are not my thing... For Merlin's sake, what had she done? Then her thoughts went to Arthur and the ministry. Her heart sank at what could be said about her dubious liaison with him.

He kept his grip on her a bit longer, wondering what was possibly going through her mind. Since she wasn't exactly looking into his eyes, he could only conclude that his little ill-conceived scenario would be his downfall with the pretty Miss Cardiff. She would probably try to bolt out of the manor in an instant if he didn't keep her within his reach.

Keeping one hand on her arm, his other hand reached up to pull off the mask and discreetly pocketed the offending article. He pushed back a few locks of hair that had come undone when he had removed the mask, and then peered down at her pale face. What would he do now?