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3

Alma was meeting Sue the next day and after some shopping, they went for lunch. While they were eating Sue pointed towards the bar.

"I didn't know Lucius was meeting us here. If I'd known I would've told Snape to come as well."

Alma turned around. "He wasn't." Then she saw her.

That... blond with huge boobs who'd been all over him at the dinner at the Ministry the week before. Alma swallowed hard and felt herself turn bright red. She felt so... stupid. When the woman put her arms around Mr. Malfoy's neck, gave his cheek a kiss and he put his arm around her waist and lead her into the inner room with a big smile on his face she felt... so small. Like nothing.

"It could just be a business acquaintance," Sue tried and when Alma looked at her she sighed. "No. It didn't look like that."

"He talked to her at that dinner as well." She felt sick and put the fork down. "Can we please leave?"

"Aren't you going to confront him?"

"Are you crazy? No!" She got up and started walking out. When Sue grabbed her arm she turned around. "I know this is an... arranged marriage, but..."

"It doesn't give him the right," Sue said and put her arm around Alma. "It doesn't. And especially not like this, in public."

Alma dried her cheeks. "Please, let's leave."

Sue nodded and took her hand to lead her out. Sue had turned out to be a really nice friend. She had similar experiences with Snape, but their marriage was starting to get better. They were getting closer, but Alma had no idea how to get 'closer' to Mr. Malfoy when they hardly spoke. For breakfast he read the paper and dinner were merely polite conversation, if he wasn't reading important business papers, which he most often did.

As for sex, she had no idea how to even talk about that. Sue had told her to talk to Mr. Malfoy, tell her what she wanted, but she had no idea what she wanted. Mostly she wanted him to... want her. To not make it feel like such a chore. Or just... like her.

After assuring Sue that she was okay, she went home and up to her room. She felt so stupid. She felt exactly like the eighteen year old girl that she was. Ridiculous, unattractive and... silly. A silly school-girl who couldn't satisfy her husband. Minni came and told her that it was dinner time and that the master was waiting for her. With a deep sigh she went down to the dining room.

Mr. Malfoy was sitting with a pile of parchments next to him and barely looked at her as she entered the room. Minni served the dinner and Alma could only stare at the food. That was all she could do, stare at it, while she imagined what Mr. Malfoy had done with that... cow, once they'd eaten. Probably gone to some pink apartment and... fucked. Fucked like crazy. Maybe even laughing about his stupid wife who couldn't satisfy him. A silly, young girl who needed lube to even be able to have sex with him. That busty woman could probably just take him, getting all wet and willing immediately. Just ready and lustful for him.

"Are you crying?"

In horror, Alma dried her cheeks. "No."

"Then why are there tears running down your cheeks?"

"It's nothing," she mumbled and looked down into her soup.

"Alma, if I ask you a question I expect you to answer me truthfully. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy."

"So I'll ask you again; why are you crying?"

"Actually, you didn't ask me that, sir."

"Don't be smart. Why are you crying?"

"I saw you, with that woman. And..." she swallowed and looked at him. "Even if this is an arranged marriage, I don't think you have the right to humiliate me by... having your affairs in public."

"Humiliate you?"

"I mean... I know, that..." This was so hard to say and she was looking into the soup again. She just couldn't look at him. "I'm not very... sexy and that... you might not be satisfied with me... but I still think you could try to conduct that type of behavior in private."

"You think I'm cheating on you?" He sounded angry.

"I saw you with her. And I saw you with her at that dinner too."

"You think I'm cheating on you and that you might not be satisfying. Is that what you're saying?"

"Yes," she mumbled. She was starting to realize that he, maybe for the first time, was truly angry at her. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry?" he yelled. "Let's get two things perfectly clear. Number one: No one in this pathetic fucking marriage is allowed to cheat. If I catch you cheating, I will kill you. Are we clear on that?" She nodded and still didn't dare to look at him. "Out loud!"

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy. We are clear."

"Two: I couldn't possibly be satisfied with you since you can't fucking stand me touching you. Fucking you is more mechanical that my morning jerk offs. But no matter how bad our, so called, sex life is, I wouldn't cheat on you! Is that clear?"

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy."

"And could you at least pretend that we are married and call me Lucius not Mr. Malfoy!"

"I don't pretend that we're married," she whispered, for the first time since their wedding night she was truly scared of him.

"Speak up!"

She looked at him. "I don't pretend that we're married and... I wish I knew how to... please you, because I would like to. I would like to be pleased, but I don't know how to ask for that, either." He stared at her. "So maybe you can show me what you like and that way... I might find out what I like."

"That is not a good idea."

"But I want to know. I want to understand... what you want and if I could... give you that," she said and dried her cheeks. "I though that it was luscious blond women with big boobs and... I can't be that. But if you're really not having an affair, maybe... you could show me what you like and you could learn to like me, the way I am." When he just kept on staring at her she took a deep breath again. "Please, M... Lucius, I want to... learn. I don't want it to be... like it is forever."

Instead of answering her he pulled her out of the chair, holding her shoulders he pushed her against the wall and the next second he was flat against her, kissing her, hard, his tongue deep in her mouth. When the shock left her she threw her arms around him, pulling him closer and she groaned when his hand squeezed her behind. The moan turned into almost a scream when his hand started to hurt her and he immediately let go, sliding them further down and pulled her legs off the ground and she instinctively wrapped them around him. She felt his erection, pressing against her mound and she closed her eyes and kissed him back with all she was worth. It felt like they were standing there forever.

This was what it felt like to be wanted. He seemed to truly want her and he was so hard against her, his hands was kneading the back of her thighs. Then he moved them closer to her behind again and she felt his right hand's fingers search their way inside her knickers and she groaned again. He let go of her mouth and his smile was big and almost cruel.

"So this is what makes you wet? The though of me fucking you against a wall?"

"Yes," she admitted and took a deep breath when she felt his fingers inside of her. She didn't care where he took her if it was like this, like he really wanted her. "Please."

"No," he said and leaned closer. "I'm going to put you face down on the table and fuck you senseless from behind."

She took another deep breath and before she knew what was happening, she was face down on the table, her shirt was around her waist and she felt him rip her knickers off. And then he was inside her, fucking her and it was amazing. It had never before felt like this. He fisted her hair and pulled it to make her look to the side before leaning over her and licking her cheek and she moaned again.

"You dirty little girl. You liked that, didn't you?" When she didn't answer he pulled her hair. "Didn't you?!"

"Yes!" she yelled and as to answer he shoved his dick inside her even harder. "Oh, Merlin!"

"Fuck, I knew your cunt would be great when I got it wet. It's a great little cunt you have, Alma," he groaned into her ear. "Great fucking cunt!"

No one had ever used the c-word around her and definitely not about any part that was her. And he was calling it cunt. How great her cunt was and it turned her on. What the fuck was wrong with her? It more than turned her one and her moans got louder and something was definitely happening.

"So you liked that? Aren't you the little slut?" he chuckled into her ear. "Want me to tell you more about how much I like that pink cunt? How I wanna eat it? I wanna suck on your clit and finger fuck you cunt until you scream of pleasure." She closed her eyes and felt that thing, coming, hard. His hand moved to be between her and the table and his hand was over her breast. "Or do you want to know how much I love your tits?" He pinched and she screamed, arching from the table.

"Lucius!"

"Your tight cunt and those perfect tits."

He pulled out of her and she followed her gut reaction. "No!"

He flipped her around, spread her legs wide apart and laughed. "Don't worry, darling. I'm gonna fuck you blue."

And he thrusted into her again with a pleased groan. Then he looked down at her and ripped her blouse open. When she instinctively covered her breasts he pulled out his wand said something and he hands flew up, over her head and were locked to the table. With one hand he held her jaw, looking her deep into the eyes and the other pinched her nipple again. She hooked her legs around him and arched again.

"See, here's the thing, dear wife; I currently prefer my cunt on a tall, slim, blue-eyed beauty with ample tits." He seemed to emphasize every single word to describe her with another thrust. "So if you want to please me, you let me fuck you, possibly spank you and you'll do more than satisfy me." He kept pounding into her again and that feeling was coming back, she closed her eyes to experience it fully. "If you really wanna please me," he groaned and leaned over her, turning her head to the side so could growl directly into her ear, "if you really wanna please me, you make that nice, wet, cunt of yours even tighter by cuming for me."

She could barely hear what he was saying and when he twisted her nipple she screamed.

"That's it, you dirty, dirty girl. Squeeze my cock with your cunt and cum for me." And with another twist of the nipple, he bit down into her neck and she screamed. Loud.

"Fuck, oh fuck."

He yelled at the same time, thrusting into her harder than she thought would even be possible and with a "Perfect!" he relaxed on top of her.

He couldn't believe what just happened. And there was a number of reasons to that. The first being that no sane man would do anything like that to an inexperience, teenage girl, wife or not. The second being her reaction to it, he'd been damn close to coming in his pants when he'd felt how wet she was, and the dirtier he talked and the harder he fucked her, the more she seemed to liked it. The third was exactly how good she felt when she came. How beautiful she was and how she milked him. It was... unbelievably good and he wasn't sure if it was the fact that it had been so long since he got good sex or if it, in fact, was the best fuck in his life.

He got up and leaned on his hands while watching her. Her tight little quim was still spasming from the aftershock of the orgasm, her eyes were closed and she was flushed and so beautiful. He mumbled to release her hands from the table and then pulled out of her. That woman, girl, on his table, with her skirt pushed up around her waist, the blouse ripped open and his seed dripping out of her was possibly the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.

When she came to, she sat up with a shocked expression, pulled her blouse closed and jumped down on the floor. Her legs barely held her and he caught her before she fell and then she looked at him, with big frightened eyes and stuttered.

"I-I-I'm sorry. I need..."

With a sigh he watched her run away. He knew what the problem was. Good girls didn't get off on being called a 'dirty girl with a wet cunt'. At least that's what 'good girls' thought and finding out that they did, that they liked to get their brains fucked out while being called 'a slut' made them freak out. He closed his pants and called for Minni.

"Yes, master," she said as she appeared.

"Clear the table, make sure no-one disturb us, we are not available for anything this evening and be prepared for us possibly asking for something to eat in our rooms later tonight."

"Yes, master."

He looked at the pile he should've gone through during dinner. "And have that brought to my bedroom."

He went up the stairs and stopped outside Alma's room. He knocked at first.

"Alma, please open the door." He waited and then knocked again. "Alma, hiding isn't going to solve anything. Don't make me take this door down."

After a few seconds he heard the lock on the door turn and he opened it. Alma was sitting on the bed with her robe around her and her cheeks tearstained. He went over and sat down next to her.

"I know it can be very upsetting to realize that you enjoy something like that."

"I am not a slut."

"I know that," he said with a chuckle. "Sluts are not virgins when they get married."

"Then why did I like to hear that?"

"Frankly, I don't think real sluts do like to hear that." He looked at her and took her hand, not sure if she would like him touching anything else. "Alma, it's nothing wrong with liking... what we did. It's not. What people prefer sexually is very individual and as long as the person you're doing it with are on the same page, it's no-one else's business. I do enjoy it. But..." This was really hard for him to say, extremely hard, "if you don't want us to do this, we go back to the other way. It's up to you. And if you do want to learn more... about what you might like, I'll be happy to explore that with you, on your terms and at your speed."

"So if I don't want to do... that, we'd go back to... regular Wednesdays?"

"If that is what you want."

"And the other option is you fucking me on the dinner table?"

"No," he said and put his arm around her. "The other option is you trusting me and we finding out where our common ground is. That isn't necessarily just the dinner table."

"So the desk in your study?"

That's when he noticed the small smile on her lips and he laughed. "I was actually thinking we'd start in the bed and work our way to the different surfaces in the house."

"Bed? How conservative."

He turned her head and made her look at him. "Take a bath and think about it, what you want to do and we'll talk about it tomorrow."

"I don't really see it as very much to think about," she mumbled. "And I'm not sure I care what other people think as long as you're not... disgusted."

"I'm not disgusted, quite the opposite, I'm rather exited." He leaned over and gave her a small kiss. "Still, think about it and then we'll talk and make sure we set clear boundaries. We're gonna take this nice and slow because I want to make sure I get to fuck you for many years."

She smiled. "Okay, Lucius."

"Good night, Alma!" He stood up and walked over to the door and as he opened it he turned around, she was still sitting on the edge of the bed. "Minni was going to have food ready in case you wanted something to eat. And take a bath, your muscles are gonna be sore after that."

"Please! You've seen me train," she laughed. "You're gonna have to work harder than that to get my muscles sore."

"I'm taking that as a challenge," he mumbled as he walked outside. He was definitely taking that as a challenge.

He took a shower and then asked for a meal to be brought to him and sat down to finish the work he'd planned to do during the earlier dinner. Once it was done he got into bed. He would've wanted to go to Alma, but assumed she needed some space, time to think. He didn't want to pressure her, but he dearly hoped she wouldn't want to go back to the regular Wednesdays. Because after seeing her like he had finally seen her that day, he couldn't imagine going back to the way she looked when he lubed her up and quick fucked her. Her disinterest and how she was a million miles away. She'd been right with him today, cuming, moaning, loving it.

He was still trying to fall asleep when he heard the door open.

"Lucius," he heard her whisper as she tiptoed towards his bed.

"What are you doing here?" he asked and sat up.

She came over to the side of his bed and he saw the smile on her lip. "I've been thinking about it and... what we did today."

"And?"

"It made me wet."

"Wet?" Then it dawned on him and at the same second he felt his cock stir and stiffen. "Really?"

"So I was wondering if you thought you could do that again."

"Do what?" he said as he pulled her down into his bed. "Fuck you?"

"No, I know you can do that. I was more wondering if you could... make me cum again. Might've just been a lucky shot."

He stared at her and then pinched her behind. "You're gonna regret saying that."

"I was kind of hoping you'd lick me," she said and the she blushed. "You said you wanted to do that when you..."

Instead of answering he flipped her around and kissed her. He moved further down, kissing the side of her neck and when he reached her breasts he gave her a gentle bite through the nightgown.

"I know when I said it and I'll do that."

He did. He ate her out until she screamed, fucked her, had her fuck him and the vision of that girl riding him forced him to close his eyes to avoid cuming immediately. They fucked for hours and she kept asking for more, for him to make her cum over and over again, as if she wanted to make sure it was possible. When they laid down next to each other, covered in sweat, she giggled.

"I wished I'd known that it could be like this."

"Didn't take you that long to figure it out."

She hit his chest. "You should've just gone down on me before."

"Darling, you were so worried it would've freaked you out."

"Probably," she giggled and then turned to her side, facing him. "So who was she, the busty blonde?"

"My niece," he laughed. "I'm going to send her a big bouquet of flowers tomorrow."

He was so relieved, it was as if a huge weight had been lifted of his shoulders. He'd been worried, about a lot of things, but mostly that he'd have that eerie feeling about raping her once a week until the day he died. Her reaction to thinking he was cheating on her was what tipped him off that she might actually feel something for him or at least wanted to feel something for him, or just that she might be worried about the same thing as he was. That was what he got from her asking him to show her how she could please him. He'd still been angry and that's what set it off. He was glad for that temper, the temper that told him to show her exactly what he liked. He still wasn't sure how he would've reacted if he hadn't noticed she was that wet, he wasn't sure he wanted to know and either way, it didn't matter. She'd been dripping and she'd come back to him within hours, for seconds and thirds.

"Niece," she muttered. "Maybe I should send her something, too."

She was next to him, leaning on her elbows and looking at him. He laughed again and shook his head.

"The things I'm gonna teach you, girl. If the ministry set me up with a little sex toy like you and it turns out you're a horny little slut, they better be prepared that I'm going to do my very best to fuck you to death."

She stared at him in shock and then laughed. "You can't do that!"

He grabbed her around the neck, rolled up on her back and licked her ear. "I'm going to do my very best. Will you staying here for the night?"

"If you let me."

"I'm asking you to." He rolled back down and put and arm around her. "Go to sleep, Alma."

She turned around and pushed that perfect little ass against him.

"If you wanna sleep this night, you stop teasing me."

"I'm just trying to get comfortable."

"Sleep or I'll throw a sleep spell on you."

He held her closer and smelled her hair. This was something he hadn't done in years. Not since the good years of his marriage, when they were expecting Draco and the first year after he was born. As oppose to the sex, he hadn't really missed this, but he liked it. He was also surprised, Alma never struck him as the cuddling kind. It had been much more likely that she'd punch him.