Here's chapter 30, as promised =]
The majority of this chapter is Harry's POV but Lucius' thoughts are in there at the end ;)
Once again thank you all for the supportive reviews! They encourage me A HECK OF A LOT
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So...yeah...
Harry's been a bad boy...
Chapter Thirty
Harry's POV
"Get to what?" Harry asked, partially nervous and partially excited. He lagged behind Lucius, his hand being crushed by the man's as he was pulled towards Lucius' office.
"Your punishment," Lucius said, turning his head round and flashing his teeth.
"You said that would be tonight!" he protested.
"Yes, but you may not come like last night." Lucius yanked Harry's arm towards him so that Harry was now in front of the man. Lucius put his hands on Harry's shoulders and pushed him through the door to his office.
"So where's your bedroom?" Harry asked looking around, expecting to see a door leading off to the teacher's quarters.
The man chuckled and wrapped his strong arms around Harry's body.
"We won't be needing a bedroom," he murmured, nipping on Harry's earlobe.
"What?" asked Harry, slightly more nervous.
"You're being punished... you don't deserve luxuries like a bed."
Harry snorted. "What, so you're going to... I dunno... take me over the desk?" he asked sceptically.
Lucius turned him round and pulled Harry's head towards his.
"That is exactly what I intend to do."
Harry gulped.
"Evanesco," Lucius hissed, pointing his wand at the loaded desk. The items crowding the surface vanished and the desk was bare.
"Oh," was all Harry could say, eyeing the desk nervously.
"Undress," ordered the man.
Harry's eyes snapped back to Lucius who had a devious look in his hoary eyes. Harry had never had to undress himself; Lucius would do it, manually or by magic.
"But –"
Lucius waved his wand and Harry found he had something wrapped round his mouth preventing him from talking. Immediately, Harry raised his hands to pull at the thing gagging him; from the feel of it, it was a silk ribbon.
"Don't try and take it off, the more you pull the tighter it gets," Lucius said casually.
Harry glared but he found himself getting aroused at Lucius' demanding voice.
"Now strip," Lucius whispered.
Knowing Lucius wanted him to put on a slow, sexy show, Harry tried to make it as boring as possible just to aggravate the man more. Why? He didn't know.
So, he clumsily kicked off his shoes, stumbled purposefully as he removed his socks and, as fast as he could, undid his tie and pulled his shirt over his head and started to fold it up neatly. However, before he could flatten out the creases, Lucius had snatched it out of his grip and chucked it to the floor, though he kept the tie.
The impatient wizard then grabbed Harry's arms and pulled Harry towards him.
"I think I want you to wear the tie," he said softly, wrapping it around Harry's delicate neck and tying it loosely, his fingers brushing Harry's hard nipples surely intentionally. "To remind you that you are the student and I am the teacher; therefore I do the teaching."
Harry watched Lucius' domineering expression and inwardly smirked.
"Now then, Mr Potter, nice and slow," he said in his Harry's ear.
The voice of that man was almost enough to make Harry comply... But then, he thought, what would happen if I don't?
After the man let go of Harry's wrists and stood back to admire him, Harry speedily unzipped his trousers and whipped them off, recklessly throwing them in the man's face. He grinned through his ribbon over his mouth which became ever so slightly tighter at the stretch.
Dropping the trousers, Lucius narrowed his eyes and smirked – not the reaction Harry had hoped for.
"Thank you, Mr Potter," the man said smugly. "Now you've given me a reason to punish you all the more harder."
Harry made a questioning grunt through his ribbon as if to say, "Why? I've been a good little boy." And he opened his eyes wide to convince Lucius of his innocence.
The man laughed deeply and darkly and made his way over to Harry who was still playing the naive do-gooder.
"I believe I'll do the pants," Lucius said, tugging Harry towards him by the seams of his underwear, "as well as what's beneath them."
Harry let the man undress his last cover of decency without putting up a fight, knowing it would give the man more reason to 'punish him' if he did.
Once Harry was in the nude, Lucius pointed to the desk.
"Lay down."
Harry gave a small nod to show he understood and heaved himself onto the desk, lying down on his back and folding his hands over his belly as though completely unperturbed at the situation. He looked to the side where Lucius was still standing and smiled again.
"Wrong way," the man said, so softly Harry barely heard him.
He grunted his confusion and the man walked over to Harry who heaved himself up on his elbows.
"I want you on your front," Lucius hissed cupping Harry's chin. "I'm going to wipe that arrogance off your pretty little face."
Before Harry could make anything of that he was flipped onto his front.
Lucius stood in front of him smiling mysteriously and Harry leaned on his elbows to keep the man in sight.
Harry was surprised when Lucius held Harry's hands gently in each of his, entwining their fingers together.
"I don't want these –" he wiggled Harry's fingers, "– to help you gain pleasure. Your release will be from me and me alone."
And suddenly, his hands were in the same ribbon that was round his mouth, holding the two small wrists together. Harry noticed the ribbon was an emerald green – typical of a Slytherin.
"Look at you, wrapped up like a present just for me," the man said, fiddling with the ribbon strands on Harry's wrists.
Lucius then moved out of Harry's eyesight and Harry heard the gentle thud of clothes hitting the stone floor. Then Harry felt the huge weight that was Lucius on top of him, the man's cold skin making him shiver.
He felt the wondrous tongue of Lucius' stroke down his spine as well as one of the man's large hands wrapped round his waist, the other stroking his weeping member.
The tongue then reached Harry's hole and there it poked through the ring of muscle.
"Nngh!" was the only noise Harry could make. He shuddered and squirmed at Lucius' talent and whimpered when the tongue was removed.
Suddenly the hand at his cock was gone and he felt two fingers pressed at his mouth, removing the ribbon.
"Suck," was the one word from Lucius.
Knowing he would want some sort of lubrication, Harry opened his mouth to allow the manicured fingers to enter his moist cave. He then lapped at the digits in his mouth wanting to prevent the sharp pain he would feel all too soon.
The fingers were pulled brusquely out of his mouth, the ribbon was back over his lips and two fingers were instantly shoved up his arse.
Harry's spit only partially lubricated his hole and he gasped when he felt one of Lucius' reasonably sharp fingernails scratch at his insides while stretching him.
"I'm spoiling you, Harry," Lucius whispered in his ear, removing the fingers. "I wasn't going to give you preparation but I had a thought; the more prepared you are the more times I can punish you."
Harry screamed in masochistic pleasure. On the word, 'punish', Lucius had thrust deep into Harry right up to the hilt, completely dryly. He felt like his spine was on fire.
Harry tried to arch to make it comfier but Lucius had his hand over the small of his back preventing his movements.
"Now, now, don't move if you want to prevent the pain," Lucius cooed. Suddenly, the arm around his slight waist was raising him up so his arse connected to Lucius member was in the air.
Harry fell limp, his fight gone, replaced with eagerness to feel the man's cock hit his prostrate. It was making his own partially-hardened shaft stiffen even more.
Instinctively Harry tried to move his bound hands down between his legs to touch himself but Lucius must have seen him trying as he grabbed Harry's wrists with his free hand.
"Only," thrust, "by," thrust, "me," extremely rough thrust.
Harry answered each word with a cry; it wasn't a cry of protest but of agreeing to the man and also voicing the feel of each drive. Even if it had been a protesting cry he doubt Lucius would have stopped.
Harry's cock was aching to be touched but he knew Lucius was leaving it on purpose.
Then came the strangest sensation. Were it not for hearing the words Lucius used for the spell, Harry would not have known what had happened.
"Petrificus Totalus."
And his cock froze.
His thoughts of Lucius impaling him and of what the man must look like seemed to appear even clearer now, taunting his immobility down there. It almost brought Harry to climax but he knew it would never happen until Lucius wanted him to.
"Please," Harry tried to say through his ribbon-covered mouth.
"Not until I'm ready," the man gasped, obviously understanding what Harry said.
The feeling of his hardened, ready, frozen member was making Harry's eyes water. He needed release so badly!
Harry realised the only way of getting his climax would be when the man finished his own. So, even though he knew it would hurt more than it did now, Harry tensed his muscles in his anus and winced as he felt Lucius huge cock more than before.
"H-Harry," Lucius croaked, and Harry couldn't help but feel slightly smug to the man's reaction.
Before he could worry any more about his aching arse he felt the man spill his seed inside of him, the grip of Lucius' huge hands tightened on his hips.
Lucius gave an obvious shudder and collapsed on top of Harry, who tried to push himself up with his bound hands as he was leaning on his erection. The man hadn't even pulled out yet.
"Lucius..." Harry mumbled through his gag.
"Do you deserve your release?" Lucius whispered in his ear. He then began sucking on Harry's neck moving the tie out of the way. Lucius' warm lips were making Harry shiver along with the other pleasures circulating round his body. However, it didn't stop Harry getting annoyed at Lucius for denying him his orgasm.
He made a questioning noise of protest and, again, tried to push himself up but Lucius was too heavy.
Then, the man suddenly pulled out of Harry and flipped him over onto his back. One of the huge hands caressed his sweating face and brushed Harry's dark bangs out of his eyes.
"My favourite face," Lucius whispered, a finger tracing Harry's lightening scar.
Harry growled in response, trying to ignore the aching feeling in his cock.
Lucius said nothing for a moment but continued to outline Harry's scar almost absentmindedly. Then his hands were at the ribbon over Harry's mouth, pulling it down over Harry's lips.
"Now, what was it you wanted?" Lucius murmured, stroking a finger gently down Harry's jaw line. Obviously the ribbon could only be released by the spell caster.
Now that Harry could talk without a ribbon muffling his words, he found he didn't want to give into Lucius' taunts. Then again, the feel of his bursting cock was slowly driving him insane.
"Y-you...you kn-know..." Harry said hoarsely, his eyes closed.
"Tell me, I'm intrigued," the man said, and Harry could hear the smirk in his sarcasm.
"B-bastard," he grumbled bitterly.
"Now that's not the way to go about getting what you want, is it?" Lucius was talking deeply into his ear and Harry could feel the warm breath tickling the shell of his ear.
"P-Please..." Harry said after some deliberation. "Let me...let me come."
Harry's voice cracked with the effort and he felt angered at himself for sounding weak.
"I see..." Lucius said, his index finger resting on Harry's bottom lip. "I suppose you asked nicely enough...eventually."
With a great relief, Harry found his cock was unfrozen and Lucius' hand was already attending to it.
Harry felt like he'd died and gone to heaven and he had an angel fulfilling his wishes. But then, Harry mused, I wouldn't need to come now if it wasn't for this 'angel'...
With a curl of his toes, an arch of his head and a cry from his mouth Harry climaxed, straight into Lucius' hand.
Harry's body went completely lifeless and he sighed in contentment, vaguely hearing a school bell which was signalling the end of break.
Groggily he opened his eyes to see Lucius licking his fingers with Harry's come all over them.
"Don't think you're let off that easily... there's always tonight," Lucius said fiddling with Harry's tie.
Harry gave a feeble chuckle.
"I hate you," he said with a smile.
Lucius leaned in and kissed Harry's lips gently; Lucius' mouth tasted bitter from consuming Harry's evidence of orgasm.
The man pulled back and said, "Now we both know that's a lie."
Harry grinned.
Lucius' POV
Before Lucius could lean in again, the boy held his hands up in front of his face.
"Can I have the use of my hands back again, please?"
Lucius considered the boy before him.
"As long as you promise to stay away from the Weasley girl."
"Lucius... don't ruin this..." Harry said exasperatedly, and Lucius found himself getting angry at how the boy thought he was 'ruining' it.
He grabbed Harry's hair with one hand and with other, pressed reasonably hard onto the boy's chest; he could feel the strong heartbeat beneath his fingers.
"I'm not ruining anything," he hissed towering over the boy. "I don't like her; who does she think she is, coming to save you in the carriage and mopping up your face..."
Harry sighed.
"That's what friends do, Luc."
"She thinks she owns you, the way she clings to you..."
The boy gave a harsh laugh.
"Are you sure you're not thinking of yourself?"
Resisting the urge to slap Harry, Lucius sat up and pulled the boy's hands towards him, forcing the boy to sit up too.
"How dare you speak to me like that?" he growled.
Harry merely stared at him with those green, sincere eyes of his.
"You had to spoil it, didn't you," he said quietly. "Ginny might feel something towards me, I'm sure many of the girls here fawn over you, but I don't return her feelings like I do for you. I'll admit I find her attractive and she has a nice personality," – Lucius snarled – "but I don't love her like... like I love you."
"Don't forget that," Lucius said, this time his voice more pleading and softer.
"How could I?"
Looking at Harry's beautiful face, Lucius pulled him in for a hug, his hands wrapped around the slender body protectively.
"What's the time?" Harry asked after a while.
"Lesson time," Lucius said with a smirk.
"What?!" Harry exclaimed pulling back.
"Oh, yes, the bell went about five-ten minutes ago."
"Thanks for telling me!" the boy yelled. Harry hopped off the desk and began picking up his scattered clothes, Lucius watching Harry's pretty little, pale bottom bending over...
"It's a shame you have to wear clothes," Lucius said, trying to memorise Harry's elegant body.
"I don't think so," the boy said, doing up his shirt and pulling his tie out from underneath. "I'm much more comfortable in clothes."
Once Harry had his clothes on, Lucius saw him studying his timetable.
"Bollocks, its Snape's class!" he moaned. "I've just lost about fifty points for Gryffindor..."
"Fifty?" Lucius asked. "What for?"
"He'll take twenty off me for being late, another twenty because I'm bound to argue about it with him, and ten off for when Ron and I ask Hermione for help."
"I like the way you say, 'when you and Ron ask for help,' not, 'if.'"
Harry was now fully dressed and was pocketing his timetable.
"It happens every lesson," he grumbled.
"Then, in that case, I award you fifty points to Gryffindor for satisfying my desperate needs," Lucius said, ruffling Harry's hair.
"Can you do that?" he asked looking impressed.
"I just did, now get going and meet me here tonight after the feast."
Harry smirked and said, "Yes, sir."
"Sir... I like that..." Lucius said thoughtfully. "It sounds like you're serving me."
The boy went on his tiptoes and pecked Lucius' lips.
"Dream on," he said softly before running out of the office.
"Cheeky brat," Lucius murmured to himself, shaking his head in disarray.
He felt so alive when he was taking Harry, but whenever he wasn't around that enchanting boy he would become numb and jaded...
He needed Harry in his life.
Don't worry... Lucius will be having words with Draco, too!
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So was that a suitable punishment? :O
Haha, ty to the awesome reviewers who stick to this story! xD
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