A/N: Let the smut begin

Chapter Three

I stepped out into a very opulent drawing room. I had the opportunity to visit wealthy people's homes for parties that my parents were invited to, and my parents were wealthy as well, but Malfoy Manor was on an entirely different level. There was a crack and a house-elf appeared at my side.

"I is Hipsy, Miss, Hipsy the house-elf. Master Malfoy waits in his study for you, Miss." The house-elf bowed low and then started out of the room quickly.

I hurried after her, glancing around as we went. The walls were lined with photographs and artwork. The photos were obviously ancestors and family members, as many of them were platinum blonde and had a permanent sneer on their face. They glared down at me as we passed. Hipsy stopped in front of a door and knocked twice before disappearing with a crack. I stood there awkwardly for a moment, clutching my bag, before the door opened.

"Come in, Olivia."

I inhaled deeply and straightened my shoulders before stepping into the room. It was full of dark wood, the walls lined with shelves of books. There was a pair of cushy armchairs and a chic looking sofa in front of the roaring fireplace. And on the opposite side of the large room Lucius Malfoy was seated at the large desk that commanded that side the room. His hair was pulled back again and he had a pair of spectacles perched on his nose. He was wearing a crisp white button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, his Dark Mark stark against white skin, and I assumed he had on black slacks. I found it hard to believe that Lucius Malfoy was wearing jeans. His head was bent down as he wrote on a piece of parchment and I froze as his grey eyes flicked up to look at me. And then I watched as his gaze raked down my body and his jaw clenched.

"Sit." He said, pointing to the chair in front of his desk with the quill in his hand before going back to his work.

I bristled at the order. I was not going to let him order me around when we were married, and I sure as hell wasn't going to let him do it now. Instead of sitting, I meandered around the office, looking at some of the titles of the books, and ignoring him. The sound of the fire crackling, the scratch of his quill on the parchment, and my occasional footsteps echoing on the hardwood floor were the only sounds in the room. I stopped when I came across Moby Dick on the bookshelf, stunned that he had a Muggle piece of literature in his study, let alone an American novel. I reached out my hand to pick it up and heard,

"Do not touch that."

Sighing through my nose, I looked over my shoulder at him and met his gaze before taking my pointer finger and placing it on the spine. Lucius let out a soft sigh that may have been a laugh, I wasn't entirely sure, before taking off his glasses, standing up, and walking over to me. I swallowed hard as he approached, the sound of his shoes thudding with each step before he stopped directly in front of me, forcing me to look up at him.

"You are a brat." He said quietly as he wrapped his hand around my wrist firmly and pulled it away from the book. He wasn't holding it hard enough to hurt me so I pulled it out of his grasp and tried to take a step back but he crowded closer to me, forcing my back into the bookcase.

"I think this counts as touching the books." I whispered, but it came out like more of a gasp. I was not entirely experienced with being very close to men. My dating history was short and disappointing and… and oh my god. I was going to have sex with Lucius Malfoy. I was going to have to tell Lucius fucking Malfoy that I was a virgin.

My revelation played over my face before I could stop it - I felt the blush scorch my cheeks and I watched as Lucius drank it in. He crowded me even more, his body flush against mine as he reached up a hand and buried it in my hair, grasping a handful at the nape of my neck and pulling it so I was looking directly up at him, my neck extended.

I gasped sharply, stunned for a moment, and in that time he had wedged his knee in between my thighs, using his body weight to leverage me onto my toes as he settled his thigh against the crotch of my jeans. I could feel the book spines digging in to my back, the pull of his grip on my hair, and the distinct pressure that he was applying with his thigh was making me throb. I lifted my hands up and started pushing on his chest, but I didn't have a lot of strength to put into it. I was also a little distracted by how firm his chest felt underneath the dress shirt.

"I am going to enjoy bringing you to heel."

His comment brought me back to reality. Bringing me to heel? Like a dog? I opened my mouth to retort, but in that moment he shifted his leg and a jolt of pleasure went through me as the seam of my jeans pressed against my clit in just the right way. My hands gripped his shirt involuntarily and I swallowed a moan, biting my tongue so hard I was sure it would bleed. I couldn't help myself – I shifted my hips slightly, trying to recreate the sensation, and he moved again, eliciting another moan.

"Look at me." Lucius said, his voice rough. Using his hand in my hair, he redirected my gaze back to his. "Apologize for disobeying me. Twice."

"Get fuuu-" my words dissolved into another gasp as he shifted again and I rolled my hips, seeking the friction. A moment later, Lucius wrapped his other hand around my neck, grasping it without squeezing as he leaned forward.

"Apologize, Olivia." He murmured into my ear. "Say you're sorry, and I'll let you cum."

I was panting at this point, rocking my hips, chasing the friction. My breath was causing pieces of his hair to move because of how close he was to me and I was drowning in the smell of his cologne. I should refuse to let him win; I had morals, I had standards.

I really wanted to cum.

"Please." I whined, kicking myself mentally for being so weak. I had played with myself before and there had been a few heavy snogging sessions, but nothing compared to this – the heat and pressure of his body on mine, the sound of his voice, the feel of his hand in my hair. It was all driving me crazy.

Lucius pulled back to look at me again, and I'm ashamed to say that I folded immediately.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, flicking my eyes away from him.

"Eyes on me, Olivia. What are you sorry for?" His voice was hard and his grip tightened on my neck.

"I'm sorry for disobeying you." I whimpered, looking into his eyes again.

He smirked at me and increased the pressure on my throat, causing me to jerk at the same time his thigh moved. I ground harder against him, the limited oxygen driving me higher and higher until I shattered with a strangled cry, my body going limp against him, clinging to his shirt.

"Good girl." He purred above me, letting go of my neck, and I knew I was fucked, because it made my pussy throb immediately.

I lifted my head from his chest and he released my hair, slowly removing his leg from between mine so that my feet settled onto the floor. Lucius stared down at me for another moment before taking his seat back at the desk. I stood there for a moment regulating my breathing, embarrassed beyond belief. I had just grinded against Lucius Malfoy's leg while he choked me until I came.

"Would you like to discuss the contract before or after dinner?"

The question lingered in between us as I waited for my brain to catch up with current events.

"I'd rather we discuss it at dinner." I replied, deciding that the least amount of time that I spent around Lucius Malfoy, the better.

"I do not discuss business contracts while I eat. We can discuss it before or after."

I gritted my teeth and fought the urge to scream. Why did he have to be so fucking difficult?

"Fine, let's go over it now." I growled, stomping over to the chair in front of his desk and sitting down in it, pulling out my notes and my copy of the contract.

"What specifically do you take issue with? This is a standard contract that the Malfoy's have used for centuries."

"That's the problem. You do realize that this is the early 2000's and not the 1400's?"

"You are testing my patience, Olivia. Please begin with the specific clauses with which you take issue. Unless you need another lesson?" He hadn't looked up from writing the entire time he spoke, and I was glad because I flushed again.

I didn't respond to his direct question, but launched into my list of grievances regarding the contract. He conceded a little with controlling how I dress – Lucius would only have a say in what I wore when I was officially representing the Malfoy family in public. He did not budge on the name stipulations for future children, how long my hair could be (he said that he liked something to hold on to, and I blushed so much that I just let the topic go considering I loved my hair as it was), and a litany of other provisions. The one item that I was not going to let go, however, was the provision that my bank account be absorbed into the Malfoy family accounts, but that he reserved the right to monitor my personal spending.

"I don't see what the problem is with me keeping my account. If you're so concerned that I'm going to burn through your galleons, then let me keep my money separate." I had said this a few times already. We were going on two hours of the contract review and I was hungry and frustrated and feeling defeated. I reached down into my bag and pulled out my wand, wrapping my hair around it before tucking one end into the knot that I had twisted up.

Lucius was leaned back in his chair, his chin resting on one hand as he watched me. It was pissing me off how relaxed and unbothered he was.

"That is not the proper use for your wand, Olivia."

"I need you to fucking focus, Mister Malfoy." I gritted out, glaring at him harshly as I picked up my quill to cross off our previous topic.

"Lucius. I would think that after earlier this evening, we could be on a first name basis." He smirked at me.

"My account, Lucius. I want access to my own account."

"Why are you so concerned with having your own account? The Malfoy account holds more galleons than you'll ever see in your life."

I sighed, knowing that he was trying to get a rise out of me, probably so that he could teach me another 'lesson'. I shifted in my seat at the flashback of him pinning me against the bookshelves a few hours ago.

"My family is quite wealthy in the Muggle world, you know. My father is well regarded in Muggle politics. Your superiority is unwarranted."

"Oh Olivia, my superiority is very warranted. The Malfoy's have impeccable breeding dating back centuries. That will end, rather unfortunately, with you."

I stood up quickly, glaring at him as I pulled my wand out of my hair and pointed it at him.

"And you claim that you weren't a true Death Eater." I seethed. "You're just as pathetic as the rest of them – you're threatened by Muggleborns because we come into the Wizarding World with no history, no knowledge, and yet we're just as powerful, sometimes more, than you Purebloods who have married your sisters and cousins for centuries. It's sad – I feel sorry for you bastards."

In that moment, I watched Lucius Malfoy transform. With a flick of his fingers, my wand was flying through the air and he caught it. He stood up slowly, placing his hands on the desk in front of him, his face pure icy rage. It was beautiful and terrifying.

"And it is a pity that you, a singularly average witch, have such a poor relationship with your family that you live in a tiny, decrepit flat in Muggle London because you are too proud to take advantage of the protections and advantages that family provides. Your father is slated to be the next Prime Minister of Muggle Britain, and your mother is an accomplished researcher at Oxford. Did you ever think about what that could do for you, Olivia? The Muggle Prime Minister is always informed about the Wizarding World when they take office, but the fact that your father already knows and has known for more than ten years? That he's had experience with both the British Wizarding World and the American Wizarding World? That is rare."

It all started to click for me. "You did this on purpose. You, you paid to have us matched."

"Yes. I have a friend that works in the Department of Muggle Affairs. They've had quite a time accounting for your absence the past few years as your father gained political power. And despite that fact that you seem to have distanced yourself quite a bit from your family, it's still a connection that no one but a Malfoy deserves. Not to mention my reputation could use the boost – former Death Eater marries Muggleborn daughter of the British Prime Minister?"

He scoffed.

"You don't know anything about me or my family. And I couldn't care less what you think of me." I reached down and grabbed my bag, then held out my hand for my wand. "Give me back my wand. I'm leaving."

"Sign the contract, Olivia." Lucius nodded down at the amended contract.

"Give me my wand, and let me keep my bank account."

"Sign the contract, Olivia, or I'll have Draco matched with Hermione Granger."

I froze, completely in shock. "What?"

"You heard me. I can influence any match I want, and if you do not sign this contract, right now, I'll have Draco matched with Hermione Granger. He's been pining after the girl for years, and I generally don't like to indulge him too much, it makes him spoiled, but if that is what it takes to get you to sign the contract right now, it's a sacrifice I'm willing to make." Lucius picked up a quill with his other hand and held it out to me. "What shall it be?"

So I took the quill and signed.

I was angry, and frustrated, and sad, and embarrassed (particularly of what had happened against the bookshelves) and all of the emotions hit me at once as I stared down at the signed contract. Most of all, I felt defeated.

"Give me my wand." I said quietly, wincing as my voice cracked.

Footsteps echoed on the floor as Lucius stepped around the desk and came to stand in front of me. He put two fingertips under my chin and raised my head to look up at him. I blinked away the tears rapidly as I met his grey eyes.

"This will go much easier for you if you just do as I say, Olivia. I have no intention of harming you."

"Just every intention of stripping away my independence and every semblance of control over my life." I bit back, jerking my face away from him.

He held out my wand to me and I snatched it back quickly. "I'm a reasonable man." He said, and I scoffed. "I am, Olivia. I reward good behavior, and as soon as you stop fighting me, you'll see that."

"Maybe if you treated me like a person instead of a pawn you're manipulating, I might be a little more inclined to listen to your requests, as ridiculous as they are." I snapped, storming out of the study and down the hall. On a hunch, I said, "Hipsy?" and the house-elf materialized beside me. "Take me to the drawing room, please. I'm leaving."