Chapter Seven

Walking on cobblestones in three inch heels in a ballgown was no picnic, and I was certain Lucius had chosen to Apparate us to the top of Diagon Alley on purpose. Not to mention it was cold and windy. The sun had already set and Diagon Alley was lit up beautifully, but I couldn't enjoy it because I was focusing very hard on not rolling my ankle and not stepping on my gown, and it would've been a lot easier to walk if I had Lucius to hold on to. Unfortunately, we were still locked in a battle of wills, but I was weakening. Not to mention I had forgotten how damn uncomfortable heels could be, and these were obviously new and not broken in.

"Everything alright, Olivia?" Lucius asked lightly, and I resisted the urge to trip him. I could only imagine what he'd do to me if I tripped him in the middle of Diagon Alley.

"You know damn well that walking on cobblestones in heels is not easy, and these fucking things are already hurting."

"You did not cast a cushioning charm?"

I stopped walking, staring at him dumbfounded as people stepped around me. Of course I should've cast a cushioning charm. In my defense, I hadn't attended an event where I'd been forced to wear heels since I'd graduated school and was allowed to use magic freely. I'd been slowly reducing my attendance at my parents events since fifth year, but after graduation I'd cut it out completely. Not participating in those events had been one of the boundaries I'd set that damaged our relationship.

With a shake of his head, Lucius snapped his fingers and my feet immediately felt better. "Thank you." I sighed, and then I stepped up to him and slid my hand into the crook of his arm. He looked down at me with an eyebrow raised. "You didn't say anything about me touching you."

"You may touch me any time you like, Olivia." He said lowly, and I shivered.

We resumed walking and it was much easier now that I had Lucius to hold on to. Once we were seated at the table, I picked up the menu and then sighed when I realized that it was in French.

Lucius chuckled across the table. "You do not read French?"

"No, I don't read French. It's not like that was offered at Hogwarts."

"Your father is in politics. I find it very hard to believe that even Muggle elites do not have their children learn French."

I shrugged. He was right. "I tried – I wasn't particularly good at it and after a few too many arguments, and once I got my letter from Hogwarts, my parents let it go."

"And how do you intend to rise in the Department of International Magical Co-operation without speaking any language other than English?"

"Magic." I said with a shrug. "Also, I think I've decided to pursue my Mastery."

Lucius looked at me over the top of his menu before nodding solidly. "Good."

I shifted a little in my seat and took a sip of water. It bothered me a little that I was happy I had pleased him, but I couldn't deny the warmth that settled in my gut at his praise.

Lucius ordered us glasses of Haut Médoc and then talked through the options on the menu that would pair well with the wine. I chose the chicken confit and he went with a steak frites. As we waited for our food, Lucius pointed out a few of the patrons in the restaurant. Penelope Collins was a well regarded Healer at St. Mungos, Hestia Nox owned quite a few apothecaries, and Robert Barkley was simply 'a business associate'. Lucius gave me a smile when I questioned him, but he didn't elaborate.

As we chatted, I could not ignore the fact that I was sitting in a French restaurant with Lucius Malfoy, wearing hundreds of thousands of galleons worth of jewelry and a designer gown, and yet I had on no knickers or a bra. I was also acutely aware of the slit that slid up my thigh; thankfully, we were seated against a wall, and leg that had the slit wasn't facing the other patrons. My thighs were slick with wetness, and I wondered if Lucius was in as much distress as me. An idea started to form in my head, and slid off one of my heels and ran my toes up the inside of his leg, starting at his ankle. I was lucky the table was so small, otherwise I don't think I could've reached him.

He jumped, and I smiled wickedly at catching him off guard. Take that.

"Olivia." Lucius said lightly, regaining his composure in an instant. His face was a cool mask once again, but I noticed a slight tremble in his hand as he picked up his wine glass.

"What?" I asked innocently, my foot rising higher to brush across the front of his pants. He was hard.

"You are playing with fire, Olivia."

He was right – I was burning up. The wine combined with the knowledge that I wasn't wearing any knickers, at Lucius' behest, and now teasing him had me hot. I always used to balk when my mother tried to dress me, but this was different. Lucius was choosing clothing and accessories that fit my body, not the other way around. My heart was pounding as the waiter brought over our meal and I slid my foot back down Lucius' leg, lingering by his ankle. Part of me just wanted to be touching him.

"Brat." He muttered.

We ate our dinner, my foot never leaving his ankle. When we were almost finished, Lucius said quietly, "What would everyone here think if they knew that just a few hours ago, I had you over my knee, spanking that delicious ass of yours?"

I choked on my wine, spluttering unflatteringly as I gasped. I set my glass down quickly, misjudging the edge of my plate and making a loud clattering sound. Multiple sets of eyes turned to me as I tried to recover, and I felt my face flush. I glared over at Lucius, who was placing a piece of filet into his mouth delicately, eyes on me. He smiled as he chewed slowly, his eyes glinting in the candlelight.

"I told you. Fire. I am much better at this than you are, kitten."

"Kitten?" I laughed. "Do we have pet names now? Can I call you Snuggle-umpkins?"

"No. Are you finished? We should make our way to the theater."

I nodded with a smile, finishing off my glass of wine before standing and pulling on my cloak. Lucius waited for me and I tucked my hand into the crook of his arm before he could be a prick and walk away without letting me hold onto him. I breathed in a deep lungful of cold air as we stepped outside, hoping it would cool me down. We walked in silence until we reached the theater. Lucius talked to the attendant while I looked around. As we stepped into the main entryway, multiple sets of eyes turned to stare at us and I swallowed hard.

"We have a few minutes before we have to go up to the box. We can mingle down here if you would like, or there is a separate sitting room for patrons." Lucius said as he stepped away to pull of his cloak and hand it to the attendant. I pouted momentarily at the loss of him and then I snapped back to reality. He pulled off my cloak as well and that's when I heard the whispers start.

"Uh, actually, could I step to the powder room? I'll find you after?"

Lucius nodded, his eyes boring into me. I hated that it seemed like he could read me like a book. He inclined his head toward a hallway and I shot away as quickly as I could in the heels. Thankfully the loo was empty as I stepped inside. I looked at myself in the mirror, forcing myself to take deep breaths. I really hated being noticed, and my anxiety was ratcheting up. I heard voices coming closer and I threw myself into a stall, locking the door just as voices entered and heels clicked on the tiled floor.

"Did you see her? Lucius is sparing no expense showing the world his new little Mudblood toy."

"I'd give up my wand to be Lucius Malfoy's toy, Pansy. The man oozes sex. If had known he was willing to marry again, I would have been trying a little harder."

A laugh, then a third voice. "Mildred, I highly doubt that you could try any harder to get Lucius's attention. You practically throw yourself at him at every event."

"You're the one who had a one night stand with him and raved about his cock, Isla." Mildred responded dryly.

A sigh, and then Isla said, "I miss that cock. But I never even made it past the sitting room. The little Mudblood bitch is going to be his wife; imagine what he can do with a bed."

"So what if he's marrying her? That doesn't mean I don't have a chance. Wouldn't he prefer a Pureblood?" Mildred responded. "Pansy, didn't you say he and Narcissa had an open marriage?"

"That's the rumor. There's also a rumor that he shared witches with Professor Snape, but I find that a little hard to believe."

My mouth dropped open in surprise. Lucius and Professor Snape had sex with a woman at the same time? My panic at being in the spotlight a few minutes ago was drowned out by the idea… and then a fantasy of myself in between Lucius and Professor Snape flashed across my mind and I felt my arousal slide down my leg. I had to get out of here, but there was no way I was going to step out and face these three women. I knew Pansy and Mildred from school, but I had no idea who this Isla person was.

I missed a part of their conversation and then there was a sharp rap at the door. I panicked, thinking it was someone knocking on my stall, but then I heard a door open.

"Lucius!" Isla squealed. "Whatever can we do for you?"

I laid my forehead against the wall of the stall, groaning quietly.

"Hello, Isla, Pansy, Mildred. I'm looking for my fiancé." His silky voice echoed through the bathroom.

"Olivia? We haven't seen her. Surely you haven't already lost your bride, Lucius." Isla purred. "You know there's a line of witches waiting to take her place."

"I am quite certain that she is here." Lucius ignored Isla's comments, and it made me preen a little bit. My celebration was cut short when he called out, his voice a little louder, "Olivia?"

With a sigh, I unlatched the door and stepped out to face the three women and Lucius. I knew my face was flushed with embarrassment as the three women stared at me in shock. Well if they wanted their conversations to be private, maybe they should check to make sure they were alone before gossiping. I straightened my shoulders and washed my hands, for no reason other than I didn't want them to think that I had used the loo and hadn't washed my hands, before stepping through the group.

"Excuse me." I murmured as I passed them.

"There's my girl." Lucius said with a smile, taking my hand. "Ladies." He inclined his head to the women behind me before guiding me back down the hall.

The atrium had emptied somewhat and Lucius led me up two flights of stairs and down a hallway with rows of doors. He opened one that had a gold plate with 'Malfoy' engraved on it and we stepped into a balcony box with a perfect view of the stage. When he moved to step away from me and take his seat, I grabbed the sleeve of his jacket.

"Kiss me."

The words came out before I could even process it. I was craving his touch and feeling oddly territorial after hearing the comments from the other women. Even if we were forced together, I didn't want my husband to be with anyone else.

A smile played at the corners of Lucius' mouth as he looked down at me. "Ask me nicely, Olivia."

"Please kiss me, Lucius."

"Good girl." Lucius said as he leaned down and kissed me, his hand traveling up my body to my hair. It felt like his touch left scorch marks. He backed me against the wall and his other hand grasped my thigh, lifting my leg up to his hip so he could press against my center. My hands gripped the lapels of his jacket and I moaned into his mouth as I felt his erection grind against me. He pulled back to look down at me. "Do you know how fucking jealous of you those women are?"

I nodded, panting as I ground against him. "I heard them talking. They said I was your new toy."

"That is partly true, as I do intend to play with you as much as I can, kitten."

"They said that you had an open marriage with your first wife. And that you shared witches with Professor Snape." I groaned as his mouth latched onto my neck, nipping and sucking.

"I do not intend to fuck anyone else while we are married, Olivia. And I will not be sharing you." He spoke into my neck before going back to his ministrations.

He was driving me insane, and I was getting closer to my climax. My mind was clouded and I don't know what came over me as I asked, "Not even with Professor Snape?"

Lucius paused and pulled back, a look of surprise on his face as he squeezed my leg harder. "Would you like that, Olivia?"

"I had a crush on him fifth and sixth year." I moaned as he let go of my hair and his hand found his way to my center, sliding through the slit of the dress and between my legs to cup me.

"You're soaking fucking wet, kitten." He growled, sliding a finger between my lips, gathering up some of the wetness and then holding up his fingers. "Look at what the thought of being between me and Severus does to you." I watched him rub his fingers together, the stickiness catching in the candlelight. "You blush and hide, but deep down you are just a filthy little whore, aren't you?"

I swallowed hard, breathing heavily. No one had ever spoken to me like this before, and a part of me knew I should be appalled and angry, but really I just wanted him to keep talking.

"Tell me," Lucius said quietly, running his wet fingers across my lips. "Do you want to be my filthy little whore? Do you want me to take you out and show you off, have everyone see what a beautiful, smart, polite, young wife I have, but then once I get you in private, treat you the way you crave?"

"Yes, please." I panted, flicking my tongue out to taste myself on his fingers. I watched as his eyes darkened. Slowly, he slid his fingers into my mouth, and I closed my lips around them instinctively.

"Such a good girl." He murmured, thrusting his fingers in and out of my mouth a few times before removing them. "I want you to cum for me, Olivia." His fingers were back between my legs, but this time they were touching my clit.

I let out a loud moan and Lucius abandoned his grip on my thigh to cover my mouth with his hand. His grip was hard, but I liked the pressure. His eyes never left mine as he circled my clit roughly, my cries muffled against his hand as he brought me to the edge and then pushed me over. I think I screamed, my body shuddering against him as I came. This was infinitely better than the orgasm I'd had against his thigh. Were there different kinds of orgasms? My brain was muddled as I inhaled sharply through my nose and raised my head. His fingers were still touching my clit, but very gently, and I was trying to get away from his hand as I was still sensitive.

Lucius dropped his hand from my mouth and brushed some of my hair behind my ear as he brought his wet fingers up to his mouth and, maintaining eye contact, licked them clean. I whimpered quietly as he grinned.

"Delicious."

I flushed as I came down from my orgasm high and the haze of desire. We hadn't even had sex yet and I was acting like a, a, well, a dirty little whore. My gut dropped and I felt a little ashamed, and against my will, tears pricked at my eyes.

"Olivia." Lucius put his hand on my cheek and turned my face up to his before kissing me on the forehead. "This is nothing to be ashamed of."

I nodded, not really believing him, but I still let him lead me over to the seats. I distracted myself by standing at the railing and admiring the view – it was perfect. And then I realized that there were people sitting across the theater from us. With a gasp, I turned around to look at Lucius, who was already seated.

"What?" He asked, settling his ankle on his knee.

"There are people across the theater. And I can see them." I hissed, sitting down beside him quickly.

"Yes, that is generally how theaters are set up." Lucius settled his arm across the back of my seat, pulling me closer.

"Did they see us? Oh my god, what if they saw us." I moaned, dropping my face into my hands.

Lucius chucked and wrapped his arm around me, bringing my head to his chest. "I kept us in the corner for the most part, but even if they did see us, that is the Parkinson's box, and I think I made my point."

"Made your point?" I said faintly.

"Yes. You belong to me, and if even one of those three women saw what happened, the rest of our circle will know shortly."

"I cannot believe you." I huffed, situating myself so that I was comfortable.

"You have no idea the depths of my depravity, Olivia." Lucius whispered into my ear, and I shivered as he ran his hand down my arm.

I had a feeling I was going to learn though, and I couldn't wait.