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5

Alma looked at Lucius, reading the Daily Prophet. Even while reading he had that stern, pompous look on his face. Now and then he snarled at something in the paper, before he, almost violently, turned the page over. That looked used to scare her, then intimidate her, now it turned her on. He had the same look when he ordered her around in bed. She tried to turn her focus back on her post.

"Oh," she said and turned to Lucius who looked at her. "Neville is getting married, we're invited to the wedding."

"Are we or you invited? I find it unlikely that they'd want me at that wedding."

"We are," she said and held it up for him to see. "It says Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy." Then she smiled.

"I think Mrs. Malfoy finally enjoys being called 'Mrs. Malfoy'."

She blushed and avoided the amused gray eyes who was studying her closely. "Mrs. Malfoy enjoys being fucked my Mr. Malfoy, at least."

"Really, darling? Not even nine, and you're already trying to get me going. I'm starting to suspect that you really are trying to fuck me to death. Might it be the inheritance that is tempting you?"

She looked at him and leaned closer. "You know, I haven't even thought about that. How much would I inherit?"

He grabbed her chin. "Don't be cheeky." He leaned back and opened the paper with a satisfied smile. "You're not getting anything until you've born me a child."

"Really? I honestly didn't think I'd ever get anything."

"You think I wouldn't make sure to provide for my own child?"

He had that angry face that he always had when she accidentally revealed her low thoughts about him. The same one that he'd had when she accused him of cheating on her. That day when he fucked her on the table and she had her first ever orgasm. Since then she'd had plenty. More than plenty, at least one a day, usually more. He'd fucked her in ways she hadn't even known was possible, and some he hadn't thought was possible. He was very impressed with her flexibility and made full use of it. She was happy, she really was, it was a good marriage now and not only because of the sex. They weren't avoiding each other anymore. He wasn't in her face the entire time, and he let her pretty much do what she wanted, within reasonable boundaries. But when they met, it was like this. Good.

"Honestly, I figured since it wouldn't be a... a pureblood, that maybe you wouldn't... care about it." He gave her 'the stare', and she sank down a little in the chair. "I'm sorry."

"Listen very carefully Alma Malfoy. Any child of mine, is my child and I would make sure it's taken care of. A child that I had with you, I would love."

She stared at him. "Love?"

"Yes, I would. You're my wife and even if you might not have noticed it, I have quite hight thoughts of you."

Even if they had a good marriage now, she didn't think he was completely over the fact that she was a half-blood. But it seemed as if he had. Or at least... sort of. Then she remembered how he and Narcissa had completely ignored the fighting at the Battle of Hogwarts and left along with Draco, and she could actually believe that he would love a child even if it was half-blood. He did at least seemed to love the child he had. She was still taking the contraceptive potions once a week, and she had no plans on stop taking those. She was not ready for children, and she honestly thought they needed more time, just the two of them. They might be having sex, for real, but they didn't really know each other. Which the current conversation was a definitive proof of.

"Thank you," she finally said and then pointed at the paper. "Get back to reading."

"Are you going to blush and get a little shiny eyes?"

"Maybe—get back to the reading."

"I'll come if you want me to. To the wedding," he clarified before getting back to the paper.

"I'll reply for us both." She scribbled down the answer and went to the owl sitting at it's perch in the corner of the room. "By the way, I'm not wearing any knickers," she said as she left the room.

It didn't take long before he came walking, tossed her over his shoulder and gave her behind a stinging slap.

"I'm going to show you what happens to dirty little girls who have breakfast without wearing their knickers."

That was, in fact, exactly what she'd hoped for, but instead of going up the stairs he walked into the dining room, and sat her down on one of the high chairs with armrests. He removed the scarf he had around his neck and tied it over her eyes. He grabbed the backside of her legs and moved them up to hang over the sides of the armrests.

It was always exhilarating when he blindfolded her. It was a very different feeling, to just feel what he was doing and not seeing it. She felt so completely in his hands and that was something she always enjoyed. He gave her a kiss and then kissed his way along her jaw and her ear.

"I was thinking that I'd have you for dessert."

"Dessert after breakfast. You are such a greedy man."

He bit her earlobe. "You know I am. Mind if I shave you first?"

She smiled and shook her head. "No," she finally managed to say.

"Such a good girl."

And then he started and she flinched. "Water? You're doing this the muggler way?"

"Yes," he chuckled. "I enjoy getting hands on when I do this."

She would never have guessed how much of an erotic experience it could be to be shaved, but it was. And Lucius definitely did the best of it, stroking the inside of her thighs, licking and even nibbling. Continuously stroking her over the folds, making sure all the hair was gone. He didn't say a word, and she wasn't capable besides the occasional moaned 'Lord' and 'Lucius'.

Eventually she felt his breath on her face and she leaned towards him.

"Please."

He grabbed her jaw and immediately shoved his tongue into her mouth. Just as suddenly his lips left hers.

"No," she protested.

"You're all shaved now, darling, and I must say—it is stunning. If you don't mind, I'll have my dessert now."

"Please!"

"I'm going to leave the blindfold there, think you'll be able to keep your hands off it or should I tie them down?"

"Tie me down."

He mumbled a spell and her hands were stuck to the chair along with her legs. Her shirt ripped open, and he was sucking on her breasts. When he eventually started to eat her out, she was already so turned on she almost passed out when his tongue flickered over her clit. He had his hands gripping the back of her thighs and sucked and licked her entire quim. When he released her thighs and pressed his fingers inside her, teasing her spot, she came so hard that she screamed out loud.

"Beautiful," Lucius groaned. "Close your eyes."

She knew why and did it, waiting for him to take off the blindfold. After blinking a few times she looked at him. Lucius' pupils were dilated and he was looking at her intensely.

"That was amazing," she exhaled.

"I noticed. You squirted."

"I, what?"

"Next time I'll leave the blindfolds off so you see it, but now I really need to fuck you. Think you'll manage?"

"Yes."

He lifted her off the chair and sat down on the floor with her straddling him. He unbuttoned his pants and in one swift move he was buried inside of her.

-o0o-

She was holding Lucius' hand as they walked into the wedding reception. The actual wedding had been a quick ceremony at the Ministry so the bride and groom had opted for everyone coming to the reception instead. The dress she wore was another one that Lucius had ordered without her knowing. She had been planning on wearing the dove blue one, but this one, a beautiful purple dress, had been lying on her bed when she came out after the shower. He came into the room five minutes later with something sparkling in his hand. One was a comb for her hair, then there were a sapphire necklace and earrings.

"They're beautiful," she mumbled.

"It's the Malfoy family-jewelry. I'll show you the others later."

"There's more?"

"Yes," he smiled. "Draco has some of them, but I still have the main part. I had these changed to fit better to a younger woman and you'll get to choose what others you think you would want to use."

"Thank you," she managed to say as he placed the comb in her low bun and then fastened the necklace around her neck.

When she turned around he handed her the earrings. "They fit you. Make your eyes even more blue."

Once the earrings were in she eyed him. "Exactly how much of these do you have?"

"Are we contemplating on fucking me to death again?" he chuckled with and arm around her waist. "There's a lot of them. Now, for the wedding, you need to be a good lady, behave and just generally knock the others dead by being beautiful."

"It's bad manners being more beautiful than the bride, you know. Madam Potts taught me that."

He looked at her. "Who is Neville marrying?"

"Hanna Abbott."

"Then you simply can't attend."

"Why?"

"I could send you there in rags, and you would still be more beautiful than her."

"She's not that bad. She's quite pretty."

"Alma, 'quite pretty' never beats 'beautiful'."

"We're going. You're not getting out of this. These are my friends. I'm not saying you have to be comfortable with them, but on occasion, you'll have to show yourself with me. Or they might think you're embarrassed."

"Hardly—they'd just think you're embarrassed."

"Well, I'm not, so we're going."

After that, rather pointless, discussion, they left and when she walked into the reception, holding his hand she noticed quite a few of the guests staring at both her and Lucius.

"See," Lucius said as he leaned over to whispered in her ear. "They're staring at me, none of you friends are even going to dare speak to you while I'm around. You should've gone alone."

She looked at him and smiled. "If you behave, I'll let you spank me."

"With the crop?"

"With the crop."

He gave her a big smile and then let go of her hand. "Have fun with your friends while I figure out how many lashes you deserve for bringing me here."

Alma left and went up to Neville. "Congratulations!"

"Alma, you look great!" he said and gave her a hug.

"Great?" Hanna said and smiled at Alma. "Beautiful would be the correct word! Really beautiful." The she glanced towards Lucius. "So he's nice to you?"

"Yes," she said with a nod and suddenly remembered when he'd showed her what squirting was two nights before. "He really is."

Lucius was standing next to her father and it didn't seem to be an overly hostile conversation.

"Come and sit at our table for a while."

She followed him to the table with the really famous people. Hermione, Ron, Harry and his wife Ginny. She'd met them all at one time or another and now they eyed her curiously.

"So... married to Lucius," Ron finally said. "That has to be interesting."

"I don't know if it's all that interesting." Another flash of Lucius standing on his knees on the bed showing her how to jerk him off, that had been an early lesson, but it had been such a turn on to watch him stroke his cock that she'd considered asking him to do it again. She noticed Ron staring at her and she cleared her throat. "Some of it is quite interesting, though, but I have a quite horrible step-son."

That made Harry and Hermione laugh.

"It was because of the law, wasn't it?" Hermione asked.

"Yes. But he's been... nice. Really nice. I'm not sure he was all that much more happy about it than I was. The marriage, I mean. But... we get along. Despite me being a half-blood and all that."

"Is that a Sapphire necklace?" Ginny asked and moved closer to look at it.

"Yes, it's family jewels. One of the perks."

"It's nice that he lets you use them," Ginny said and carefully touched it. "I'm betting there's a lot more where that came from."

"Ever thought about just... knocking him off and inherit?" Ron asked when he looked at the necklace.

"It has been discussed," she laughed. "He wasn't all that impressed with my plan on how to do it."

"Hang on," Harry said. "You've actually said that to him?"

"Yes. Like I said. He's... nice and we do have fun." Another memory flashed by of Lucius head between her thighs, looking up at her laughing. In an orgasm daze she'd asked him if it was the wickedness of his tongue that made him so proficient when using it. "Quite a lot of fun."

"You're joking. Fun? He's capable of that?" Ron again. "I didn't even think the grumpy bugger knew how to laugh."

Then they all got quiet and stared at something behind her back. She turned to see Lucius coming towards them. He extended his hand to Neville, who, in utter shock, took it.

"Congratulations on you wedding day, Mr. Longbottom." Then turned to Hannah. "Mrs. Longbottom. I hope you two have a long and happy marriage." Then he leaned over Alma, close to her ear and whispered so low only she could hear it. "You are sitting with your legs crossed. That's five lashes."

The rest of them stared as he left.

"Blimey!" Ron said in an exhale. "What did you do to him?" he asked Alma when he came about.

"I'm... not sure." This time there was an image of her on her knees with his cock in her mouth. "I wish I could say female wits, but I have no idea what that actually is."

Hermione and Ginny laughed while Ron and Harry mostly looked confused. Hannah cleared her throat and giggled.

"I might have to have word with you in private."

"Oh," Ginny exclaimed. "We have girl lunches every second Saturday in Diagon Alley, do you think you would be able to come?"

"I don't see why not," she said. It would be nice to have something to do, simply walking around the house was getting boring. She had training and she met Sue now and then, but this was yet another thing to do. "Let me know when you're going and I'll let you know."

Lucius mostly left her to herself the rest of the evening to talk to her friends. He had, of course, noticed how people tended to avoid her when he was around and thought it was best to leave her be. He did come up to her now and then, presented himself to whomever she was speaking to and on four more occasions informed her about something she was doing wrong and that it was another five lashes. Licked her fingers, licked her knife, put her napkin on the table and once again that she'd crossed her legs. When they finally left the wedding he walked her off to the side and they apparated home.

"I want you to know that I'm going to tie you to the one of the four posts on my bed. You'll be naked apart from your stockings, shoes and the jewelry, I'll gag you and then I'll spank you with my crop," he said in a grave voice as they walked inside. "On second thought, I'm not going to gag you, I want to hear you yell, but the rest stands. Any problems with any of that?"

"No," she gasped.

She didn't have time to even reflect on what was going to happen, the second they walked over the threshold to the bedroom, he grabbed her, waved the wand to make all her clothes, except the stockings and shoes disappear and then turned her to face the tall bedpost. Her arms was in the air and he tied them with a silk scarf.

"Tell me, love, would you like to be blindfolded?"

"Yes!"

"You are such a good little dirty girl," he mumbled and kissed her neck. He held up the crop. "Kiss this first and then pout a bit with your ass and spread your legs a little. It makes the spanking so much better for you."

He stroke her sides, tied another scarf around her eyes and then kissed her. "Do you remember the word, Alma?"

"Honeybee."

"Good girl. Ready for this?"

"Yes!" she said and wiggled her ass for him.

"Then count out loud for me. Twenty-five lashes and then I'll make you cum."

When the first lash landed on her bum she yelped. "One!"

He kept it up, in an even, controlled tempo, placing the lashes over her behind and the back of her thighs, but being careful to not hit the same place twice. It stung, it sure did, but it never pierced her skin and didn't leave and bruises, she knew that. She'd have red streaks for a little while, but that would be it. When she finally cried 'Twenty-five!" She heard him drop the crop on the floor and felt him behind her, carefully stroking her sore behind. It hurt, she was crying, and it turned her on beyond words. Like she was emptied, drained, just primed to get filled by him.

"You are such a good girl and a perfect wife," he mumbled in her ear. "Are you wet for me?"

"Yes," she sobbed. "Please!"

"Do you want to keep the blindfold?" She nodded and then sighed in relief when she felt his fingers penetrate her. "Such a good submissive, with a perfect ass for spanking."

He kept mumbling praise into her ear while he pumped his fingers into her. The other hand sneaked to the front of her and started to rub her clit. She couldn't stand up anymore, but it didn't matter since he'd tied her so high up on the bedpost that it held her up.

"Lucius."

"Fingers or cock? What do you want me to use to make you cum?"

"Cock! Your cock!"

And she felt it, when he, with a groan, entered her, holding on to her hips. Once again kissing her neck he kept mumbling. "So good, so wet and so tight!"

"Please!" she yelled and felt his fingers going back to her clit. "Yes!"

"Cum for me, cum all over my cock, darling!"

And she did. Wave after wave of the orgasm flushed over her and she heard him groan, trying to hold back behind her. When it ended he held her up, untied her and gently laid her down on his bed. He kissed her lips.

"Close your eyes," and then removed the blindfold. "Do you want me to continue until I cum inside of you?"

"Yes," she said and sighed when he slid inside her again.

It didn't take him long and when he released with a roar, she held him tight. He rolled down next to her and after catching his breath he took her hands and started to massage her wrists.

"All good?" he asked.

"Better than good," she mumbled and knew she had a big, silly smile on her lips.

He ran his fingers over the necklace. "We are definitely going to go to the safe and let you chose whatever jewelry you want. It was very exciting to lash you when you were almost naked with just expensive jewelry on. Very sexy." He leaned down and licked her breast. "I talked to you father today."

"I noticed," she said and looked at him. "I hope he wasn't too rude to you."

"No. He was quite polite. He said you looked happy. He sounded very surprised at that."

"If you married your eighteen year old half-blood daughter to a death eater more than twice her age, wouldn't you be slightly surprised at her seeming rather happy?"

"Fair point." He looked at her, then turned her over and after fetching a salve he started to apply it to her, rather sore, behind. "Why did he marry your mother?"

"He loved her. They met during the first war. She just happened to be there and he saved her. She, of course, didn't know he was a wizard, but it was one of those 'love at first sight'-things." She closed her eyes, she loved what it felt like when he put salve on her, it was one of few times where the touched her in a gentle way without it being sexual. "He's mostly worried that he'll live so much longer than her. And she's worried how he's going to get by without her."

"Why wouldn't he get by without her?"

"She's very caring. Really dotes him, constantly small details to... I don't know." She turned around when he was done and looked at him. "When I was at Hogwarts, I used to find small notes she'd hidden, and I found them for a really long time every term. She'd sowed them into the lining of my robes or... everywhere."

"Notes?"

"Yes. Small encouraging notes, sometimes about me, reminding me of my good sides or just how proud she was about me." She sat up and removed the jewelry and he took them from her, waved his wand and they were gone. "I think she does the same to him. And... I don't know. In a lot of ways... she's just his everything."

"But, she can't even use magic."

"Magic isn't everything," she said and moved to lay on top of him. With a smile he put an arm around around her back. "Like just now, it wouldn't have been the same to give me those lashes with a wand."

"You're being smart again." He rolled over to the side, still holding her and then made the cover lay over them. "Go to sleep before I have to give you a few lashes for being rude to your husband."

She laid in silence with her nose agains his chest. He smelled nice. The last few weeks something had dawned on her and that night at the wedding she'd admitted it to herself; she was falling love with him. As weird as it was, considering how much older he was, that he was a former death eater who hated people like her, she'd been forced to married him and... then this. It was strange. She fell asleep with him still holding her, surrounded by his heat and scent.