A/N: I think we'll add an exhibitionism TW. Maybe not explicit in this chapter, but it lays the foundation?

Chapter Six

After I had calmed myself down a little, I unpacked my toiletries in the bathroom and put some of my clothes in the closet, but they looked out of place beside the designer clothes. As I was poking around, I found a jewelry box filled with earrings, necklaces, rings, bracelets, and watches. They were gorgeous and clearly expensive, and I wanted to pick up one of the watches and wear it, but I wasn't sure if they were for me. It would stand to reason that if Lucius had outfitted the closet with custom clothes, he had also filled the jewelry box. I decided against wearing anything and set out to explore the Manor. I passed Loki in the hallway and he wound his way through my legs before running off again.

I made my way back down to the first floor to the library and spent the rest of the afternoon in there, slowly cataloguing the many sections. There was a rather large collection of Potions books, and I picked out the ones that were newer. I was a little hesitant to start pulling older editions off the shelves. I was pretty sure that if an edition was particularly delicate that it was inside the glass cases that had multiple charms on them, but I'd rather not face Lucius' wrath for destroying a priceless edition.

I was curled up in an armchair in the library when I heard footsteps and looked up to see Draco Malfoy staring at me from across the room.

"Um, Lucius said it was okay for me to explore." I said as I stood up awkwardly.

"He said that you'd be here today." Draco nodded, stepping closer and hold out his hand. "I'm Draco, by the way."

I stared at the hand before looking at him. "I know." He stared at me blankly. "I'm Olivia Campbell. I was in Ravenclaw? We had Divination together for four years?" Still no sense of recognition on his face. I sighed. "I set Justin Finch-Fletchley on fire in fourth year?"

His eyes lit up and he smiled, dropping his hand. "Oh, that was you?"

"Yes, that was me."

"Everyone in Slytherin loved it when that happened. He was such a prat." Draco threw himself down into another armchair and I took my seat back.

"Yes, he was a prat. Though I suppose I did let my temper get the best of me." And my father had gone nuclear over the fact that I'd gotten six weeks of detention and a letter home because of the incident.

"Hm, keep that temper. It'll help you with my father." Draco said dismissively.

"So it's not just me? He's impossible, right?" I asked, eager to have someone to talk to.

"He has a preference for how everything operates and if he does not get his way, give him a few minutes and he'll have that remedied. It's fairly futile to argue with him, but it can be fun to rile him up."

"Now, now, Draco. Do not give my fiancé bad advice."

Lucius stalked into view with a smirk on his face, and I glared at him. The man was everywhere.

"It's past three, Olivia. Did you not pick out a watch from the jewelry box?"

"Ah, no, I did not. I wasn't sure if that was for me." I said as I stood again, clutching my book.

"Everything in this house is yours, or soon to be. Take whatever father gives you." Draco interjected with a shrug.

"Thank you, Draco." Lucius said, and then he turned his gaze to me. "We need to meet with the planner, Olivia."

"Right, yes, sorry." I said, walking toward him. I stopped and said to Draco, "It was nice to see you again."

"Yeah, I'm sure I'll see you around."

I hurried after Lucius, who was striding through the library quickly. We walked in silence to the sitting room and I shook hands with the wedding planner, Alma Erstwhile. She was a little older than me, perky and very smiley. She was seated in a chair and Lucius and I sat on a settee across from her, but Lucius made sure that there was space between us. And he called me a brat. There was a tray of sandwiches and tea on the table between us and Alma.

"So, Mister Malfoy and I had already settled on October twenty-sixth because a date before that was too soon, and there's a benefit he's expected to attend the following weekend, and anything after that would put you outside of the guidelines of the law. Traditionally the Malfoys marry at the Manor in the spring in the gardens, but I can make a fall wedding work as well. Do you have any objection to having the ceremony in the conservatory and then the reception in the ballroom?"

I poured myself a cup of tea and spooned sugar into it, procrastinating. She was throwing a lot of information at me.

"No, I don't suppose I have any objection to that." We had walked past the conservatory earlier and it was rather large, so I assumed that it could hold whatever amount of guests that were invited.

"Wonderful!" she made a note in her book and then continued. "Now, I need a list of guests that you'd like to invite. Will your parents be attending?"

I blinked at her, realizing that I hadn't yet thought of my parents and how they would react to this. My mother would probably be thrilled that I was getting married, but I'm not sure she'd love the reasoning and the difference in age. I was sure how my father would react. He would not be happy because he would see it as a derailment of my career, and considering how he had reacted when I wanted to take those courses after graduation... He was going to go nuclear when I told him I was quitting to pursue my Mastery.

"Olivia?"

I was pulled out of my thoughts by Lucius calling my name.

"I'm not sure." I said, clearing my throat and taking a sip of tea. It wasn't sweet enough, so I added another spoonful of sugar. "Can I let you know later?"

"Of course!" she made another note and then continued.

For over an hour, we talked accent colors, flowers, music choices, center pieces, and more. The hardest decision was the cake – I loved lemon cake, but I knew it wasn't a traditional option for wedding cakes so I settled with vanilla. By the time we wrapped up, I was ready to run for the hills. It's not that I wouldn't enjoy planning my wedding; it's just that I would've enjoyed it more if it meant something. I said goodbye to Alma and Lucius walked her out of the sitting room, and then I finished triangle of a cucumber sandwich quickly. I had been too nervous to eat while we talked, but I had gone, yet again, a whole morning without eating.

"We'll leave for dinner at six, I have reservations at Le Charme Français in Diagon Alley, and then we will walk down to the theater. I've already laid out what you will wear on your bed. Please be ready a little before six." Lucius said from the doorway, and I turned to face him. He narrowed his eyes at me. "Did you not eat again today?"

"What? No." I said, pick up another triangle of sandwich. I flushed as I remembered his threat from earlier in the week. "I'm eating right now."

"Olivia." He prowled toward me slowly, dropping his cane in the armchair and rolling his sleeves up to his forearms before he stopped in front of me. "What was the last meal you ate?"

"Dinner last night." I shrugged. "It's not a big deal. Plus you came and collected me, and I wasn't sure what to do for lunch."

"And asking a question is just too difficult for you?" He drawled, and I rolled my eyes. "What did I tell you would happen if you skipped another meal?"

"Lucius, I skip meals all the time. It's really not a big deal." I went to shove past him and he grabbed my arm, holding me in place. "I thought you weren't going to touch me again unless I asked you?"

"That doesn't include punishments."

"Punishments? You can't be serious – " I was cut off as Lucius sat down abruptly on the couch, pulling me down across his lap face down. "What are you doing?!"

I started wriggling but Lucius had one arm across my back and a moment later there was a sharp smack on my jean clad ass. I gasped. "Did, did you just spank me?"

"Yes, and you will count them. Three will do for your first spanking, and next time I will do it on your bare ass. Now count them, or I will start over." Lucius seethed, and then there was another sharp smack.

I cried out again, but this time the smack went straight to my pussy and the ache from earlier was back. I could feel something starting to poke my stomach – oh my god, he was getting hard from this!

"Count them, Olivia."

"Two!"

"Good job, kitten. Just one more."

Another smack.

"Three!"

Lucius' hand rubbed my ass gently and I squirmed on his lap, trying to find an angle that would provide a little bit of friction.

"No, no, Olivia. This was a punishment. You are not supposed to be enjoying this."

"Let me up. Now."

Lucius patted my ass gently once before releasing me, and I stood up with as much dignity as I could, which was very little. My face was burning and my ass stung… and my nipples were hard and I was wet as fuck. Merlin, how did this man know exactly how to get me riled up? Even I didn't know how to cause this reaction. I started to storm out but stopped when Lucius called my name.

"You may touch yourself, but do not cum."

I whirled around and glared at him. "You are absolutely, completely out of your mind if you think –"

And he interrupted me again. That was really starting to grate on my nerves.

"If you cum, I shall know. And there will be consequences."

"And how will you know?" I growled.

His eyes flicked to my left hand and I looked down at the ring.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

"No." He smirked. "You've cum plenty this week. I think you need a lesson in denial."

My face burned even more. So he knew that I had touched myself nearly every night this week. Did he know that I thought about him as I did it, or was he just guessing? I didn't stay to figure it out, and instead turned and left, retreating to my new room.

After storming into my room and resisting the urge to break something, I decided to take a bath in my glorious bathtub. I ignored the clothes that were laid out on my bed as I turned on the water for the bathtub and looked under the sink for some bubble bath. My flat had only had a shower, so I hadn't had any bubble bath to bring, but luckily this bathroom was stocked. I put my hair up and slid down into the water, sighing in delight.

I was trying to distract myself, but the bath did nothing to stop the ache that was in between my thighs. My nipples were so hard they almost hurt, and I wanted to touch myself so badly, but I wouldn't give Lucius the satisfaction. He could rot for all I cared. How dare he spank me like I was an errant child. It was absolutely ridiculous.

With a sigh, I climbed out of the tub and wrapped myself in a towel before venturing back out into the bedroom to see what he had laid out for the theater. The gown was gorgeous – it was a strapless dark emerald green with a plunging V-neckline and thigh-high slit. It was extremely more revealing than anything I'd have picked out for myself. There was a matching velvet green cloak along with teardrop diamond earrings and a diamond necklace. This was hundreds of thousands of galleons worth of jewelry. A pair of matching three inch Jimmy Choo heels were also a part of the evenings attire, but there were no undergarments. I suppose I couldn't really wear a bra with the plunging neckline – I'd have to use a charm to keep my breasts in place, but was he expecting me to go out without knickers? And if I wore them and he didn't want me to, would I be spanked again? I shivered at the thought – three strikes on my clothed ass hadn't hurt that much, but he had said that next time it would be on my bare ass… and that that had me clenching my thighs together.

I stepped to my door and opened it a little, calling out "Lucius?"

I waited a few moments before his door opened. He was, of fucking course, naked except for a towel slung around his hips. He must've just gotten out of the shower because his hair was wet and hanging down around his face, water dripping down his well defined chest and down his stomach and down…

"Yes, Olivia?"

I snapped my eyes back up to his face and clenched my hand around my own towel. Why hadn't I put on clothes before asking for him? Maybe subconsciously I wanted him to see me in a towel and lose control, throw me on the bed and…

"Olivia, did you have a question?" Lucius had crossed the sitting room and was standing in front of me.

"Yes, yeah." I cleared my throat, trying to focus as I looked up at him. "You didn't lay out any knickers, and I just wanted to know…"

"That was on purpose, yes."

"Right." I swallowed.

He put one hand on the doorjamb and leaned forward, and I automatically opened the door a little more.

"Would you like for me to help you get dressed?" He said silkily, looking down at me. His eyes had changed a little; they were darker, smoldering.

"I think I can manage." My voice came out strangled.

"Pity. Well, call if you need me." He stared at me for another moment before turning and striding back to his bedroom, closing the door behind him quietly.

Only Lucius Malfoy could look dignified while walking around in a towel. And I could have sworn that he had an erection. I took a deep breath and stepped back into my room, closing the door and glancing at the clock on the mantle. I had about thirty minutes before I was supposed to be ready, so I quickly put on a little makeup and set it with a spell, straightened my hair, and then slid into the dress. A couple of sticking charms had my breasts sitting perfectly, but if I took one wrong step, I'd be showing a lot of people my pussy. I slid on the heels regretfully, I hated wearing anything heeled that wasn't a wedge, and then put on the jewelry. I took a deep breath before stepping in front of the mirror, and was surprised when I didn't hate the look. The gown cinched at my waist, accenting it yet somehow hiding my stomach, and my breasts looked amazing, if I could brag a little. The only problem was that I had absolutely nowhere to put my wand, and I doubted that Lucius would approve of me shoving it up in my hair and, and if I was being honest, I much preferred how my hair cascaded down my back in this dress.

I debated carrying the small clutch that was also out on the bed, but I didn't really need to carry anything other than my wand, and it was far too small for my want to fit in. I laid my cloak across my arm and grasped a bit of my dress in my hand so that I wouldn't step on it and made my way back into the sitting room. Lucius was waiting there in one of the armchairs, ankle crossed over a knee, book in his lap. He was dressed in a tuxedo, his shoes so fucking shiny I was certain I could see myself in them, and his hair was pulled back. He looked good enough to eat, and I had to remind myself to breathe.

He glanced up at me and then looked at me again, this time his eyes starting at my feet and dragging their way slowly up my body to my face. I felt my face heat a little and I glanced away, focusing on a painting above his head.

"You look stunning." I inclined my head at his comment, but he continued. "See what you can accomplish if you listen to me?"

I laughed and rolled my eyes. I wasn't going to let him ruin this for me – I felt gorgeous and I was actually a little excited to go out, and I'd never been to the theater before in the Wizarding World.

"I don't have anywhere to put my wand." I said, holding it up. "This dress is very… form fitting, and of course there are no pockets. Oh, and I don't want to be presumptuous, but I really don't want to bring that clutch and have to keep up with it, but maybe I should bring galleons…"

Lucius stood up and stepped over to me, plucking my wand out of my hand during my tirade. He unbuttoned his jacket and slid it into an interior pocket.

"You do not need to bring the clutch if you do not want to." Lucius said, and he reached his hand up to touch my face, but stopped a few inches away. And then I remembered that he said he wouldn't touch me again unless I asked him to. We stared at one another for a moment, his eyebrow raised in question, and it took every ounce of self-control I had not to ask him to touch me. When it was clear I wasn't going to say anything, he smirked and stepped back over to the armchair to fasten his cloak on and pick up his cane. I fastened my own cloak over my gown.

"I'd prefer to Apparate into Diagon Alley." Lucius said, and he held out his arm to me.

I raised my eyebrow in exchange, turning the tables on him for once.

"This is the one exception." He said, and I shrugged before grasping his arm and feeling the familiar sensation of being sucked through a tube as we Apparated.