Chapter 11

I wish I could say I debated whether to go or not, but I didn't. Not for a second! I actually spent the next day readying myself for our encounter. I went to a lingerie shop and bought a black G-string and a push-up bra. I charmed most of the hair from my pussy, leaving a nicely trimmed triangle at the top. I put on a low-cut dress and a fair bit of makeup, then Apparated to the gates of Malfoy Manor. I worried a bit that I would run into Draco.

I could swear that as I walked up the long drive, I was getting wetter with each step. I didn't care if Lucius was nearly my father's age. I only knew of the promise of a release that had been denied for nearly one and a half years. Being sexually excited is the first thing I have felt in so long!

A house elf let me in and showed me to a room. There was bedroom furniture and a king sized bed. The dresser had a few floggers and a blind fold on it, but before I could look around further, the door opened and Lucius, looking smug, stepped in. He smiled at me. He knew as much as I that there was no way I wasn't coming. He was next to me instantly. "You recall the safe word?" I nodded. "Good. Now suck my cock, bitch!" I was trembling with excitement as I dropped to my knees. While looking up at him, I opened his pants and found his cock. He was a nice, impressive size, even while soft. I stroked it with my hand a couple of times, then raised it up and gave a long lick, starting at the lowest point of his balls and going all the way up to the head. I then took his dick in my mouth and started sucking it as if my life depended on it, making it nice and wet. I then felt his hands on my head and his fingers wound tightly in my hair, holding me in place. He took charge so that I wasn't sucking him, but instead he was fucking my face. Even when I gagged, he didn't stop! I was sure there was a puddle between my legs. "My dirty little bitch! I want to see my load in your mouth before you swallow it," he informed me. He pulled it out at one point and rubbed his wet cock on my cheek before slamming it all the way in again, making me gag some more. Then he came, and his salty load started filling my mouth. I didn't dare swallow it yet. He pulled out again and took in the view of his load in my mouth, then put his cock back in and ordered, "Swallow it all!"

Once I did, he pulled out again, reached down, and pulled me up just enough to shove me onto the bed. He magicked off my dress. "A perfect little slut," he stated. "Turn over," he ordered. I did as I was told, turning on to my stomach. He grabbed my arms and placed them above my head where they were magically secured. I felt his hands on my ass cheeks as he roughly fondled them. "Very nice," he whispered. Then I felt him push my legs apart and was surprised he didn't secure them in place too. I felt him pull the G-string away and start rubbing his cock up and down the crack. I didn't know which hole he was going to use next, but I was totally excited. He slid his finger along the slit of my pussy until he found the opening. "My word, you weren't kidding; you're dripping at the idea of being fucked by a Death Eater!" He shoved his digit into my cunt, and I can hear how wet I am. He pumps it in a few times, then drags it out, moves up to my asshole, and repeats his examination. "Nice and tight. I'm guessing either you're an anal virgin or, at worst, it's been a long time."

"Please, fuck something! Anything!" I begged. I heard him chuckle.

"Don't worry, pet. I will be fucking everything multiple times." He then rammed his cock all the way into my cunt, and I moaned in pleasure.

The next day, I looked at my body in my full length mirror. One could connect the dots of purple and blue that are scattered all over my body. I smiled at the memory of the encounter. Lucius Malfoy had fucked me the exact way I needed it, and recalling his moan of pleasure when I released with a squirt was enough to turn me on all over again! There was just one problem; how was I going to handle a lifetime of dull, vanilla sex with Harry?

Don't misunderstand me; Harry is a nice, sweet guy. I do love him, but not like I should. If I did, I would feel guilty about my night with Lucius. The only thing I feel is regret that it won't happen again.

Two weeks later, we are to attend another function. It's a fundraiser for St. Mungo's. My bruises have faded and vanished, so I was able to wear a black, satin cocktail dress that hugged my body and had a halter style top. I refused to go with the sweet, innocent A-line dress that was suggested I wear.

I spotted Lucius the minute we arrived. He smiled at me, then turned away to talk with Draco. They're doing their best to improve public opinion of them. This night was a bit less mind numbing than the last event. I actually enjoyed hearing about the advances in medical treatments they have made. Tonight, I feel less like Harry Potter's date and more like I'm there to support Neville, who is giving a speech about the treatment his parents have received over the years.

I returned to the room from the loo when a set of arms grabbed me and pulled me into a coat closet. "You are far too tempting in this dress," Lucius stated and guided me to the back of the room. "Don't worry; I charmed the room. I want to hear how I make you feel." He pulled my dress up and ripped my underwear off. He picked me up by the hips so he was at the perfect angle and I held on to a closet rod for extra support. He drove into me from behind and I moaned at the feeling. "You're so damn tight," he praised.

"Oh yes! Fuck me hard!" I begged.

"What a naughty slut; begging for it in a cloak room." He continued to pump into me. "I knew you would be here tonight, so I saved you a nice, big load."

"Please give it to me!" I pleaded..

He snickered and I felt his cum jetting into me with his final thrusts. He then pulled out and put me back down on the floor. Before I realised it, he did his pants back up. "What about me?" I complained.

"You're a slut, here only for my pleasure. Your wants don't matter," he explained and turned to walk away. Damn him! I looked around for my torn panties. He coughed, causing me to look back at him as he showed he's still holding them. He then placed them in his pocket and smirked, then left the cloakroom.. I could feel his mess leaking out of me, so I knew I had to return to the loo to clean myself up first.

When I returned to the event and our table with Harry and Neville, the two were chatting. "Are you okay, love? You were gone forever," Harry asked.

"Yes," I smiled at them. "I ran into an old friend and stopped to chat."

"Oh? I went looking for you, butI didn't see you," Harry stated.

"Well, like all girls, we were chatting in the loo," I said, covering my lack of visibility..

"Oh, right," Harry accepted.

I glanced up and saw Lucius raise a glass to me from across the room. I felt my cheeks burn red at the idea of what I was enjoying fifteen minutes before. Lucius smirked again. I then realised; if I wanted to come, I had to go to him.

Harry noticed my blush. "Gin, are you okay? You look a bit red."

"Yes dear, I'm fine."

Later, the dance floor opened up. I was dancing with Harry when I glanced over at Lucius near the bar. I saw my panties half sticking out of his pocket. They have a unique lace design on them and I feared Harry might spot them, so I whispered to him, "Dear, I see someone I must speak to. I saw Ron head out a second or two ago and you said you wanted to talk to him. You do that and I'll go do my thing."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"Yes! Go, before you miss the prat!"

I headed over to where Lucius was standing. He raised an eyebrow at my boldness. I glanced down at his pocket. His hand reached down and tucked them back in, still smirking at me. I purposely stumbled to give myself the excuse to touch him. He reached for me and steadied me. "When?" I whispered.

"Tomorrow?"

I nodded. "Thanks for catching me, Mr. Malfoy."

The next night, we were laying next to each other, recovering. "If you are so unsatisfied, why marry him?" he asked me.

"I'm expected to." I glanced at him. "Since the war ended, everything has been planned out for me. The dress I wore last night was the first time that I picked anything out for myself," I confessed. Deep down, I knew that it's because I have been numb and nothing matters. I knew I would never be really happy, so why did anything matter.

"You'll never be happy that way," he declared.

"Why do you want me?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

He smiled. "I had a feeling you were a firecracker, and I wasn't wrong. I don't know who conditioned you to enjoy the type of sex you do, but they did an amazing job."

"I don't know if it was conditioning or not, but I liked it rough from my first time," I admitted.

He ran his fingers down my arm. "How many men have you been with?"

I blushed. "Only three," I answered, knowing how telling that fact is.

"Who, may I ask? It couldn't have been a school boy."

"No, not a school boy," I confirmed, but I wouldn't kiss and tell.

I could tell he was pondering who it might be. "A friend of one of your brothers?"

"Nope."

"I realise how sheltered you had to be, so perhaps someone from the Order?"

I said nothing.

"Had to be Sirius. I guess being locked away for twelve years would have had quite an effect," he decided.

"No, but he most likely would have, given the chance," I admitted. I had seen Sirius look at us girls a few too many times.

Lucius got a hard look on his face. "Ginevra, did something happen in your first year?"

I knew he meant Tom. "No, no! Thankfully, no! Besides, he was a memory."

"I don't think you should marry Potter. You will grow bored with an unfulfilling sex life. It will make you hate him."

"It's not that easy. Everyone I know thinks I should be, and am, over the moon about all of this.. They all view him as the hero, and the hero should get the woman he loves. No one will consider that I might not be in love with the hero of our world."

"Well, I'll have to stop fucking you once you marry him. I can't afford the effects it would have on the Malfoy name if word somehow leaked that I was shagging Potter's wife."

"How is it different than now?" I questioned him.

"You still have your own name. I'm not shagging Ginny Potter senseless, but Ginevra Weasley."

Being with Lucius has opened my eyes to the fact that I can feel and that I'm still alive inside. I'm able to feel that I don't have to settle for what everyone else thinks should make me happy.