A/N: This has evolved kinda into a BDSM dom/sub dynamic. Anything written is not to be used as a guideline, handbook, or example.

Chapter Eight

I enjoyed the play immensely, and if I was honest with myself, I enjoyed it even more being wrapped in Lucius' arms. We had another snogging session against the wall in the corner of the box during intermission, and while I used the attached loo, and cleaned myself up a bit, Lucius had went and retrieved a few glasses and a bottle of champagne. By the time we were leaving, I was holding on to Lucius' arm for balance and to keep myself upright. I was a little tipsy. As we were walking across the atrium, I spotted Artemis and waved, making a beeline for him, Lucius walking beside me.

"Artemis! Wasn't the play wonderful?" I asked breathlessly. "I didn't know you were coming tonight."

"Er, yeah, I'm here with some friends of mine." Artemis said haltingly, and then I realized that Mildred was on his arm.

Oh no, Artemis was friends with her? What an awful woman. I plastered a fake smile on my face and nodded. Artemis was watching me warily, and he kept glancing from me to Lucius, his face a little pale.

"Are you alright, Artemis?" I asked concerned, reaching out to touch his shoulder, but Lucius grabbed my hand and pulled it to him.

I looked up at him and found that his face was blank, which I had started to associate with him hiding something. I looked back at Artemis and then Mildred, and found that she was staring at me too. Did I have something on my face?

"We should be going. Artemis, Mildred." Lucius nodded at them both before steering me away and to the attendant to get our cloaks, and then out into Diagon Alley.

I forgot about the incident almost instantly as we walked up Diagon Alley. We could've Apparated out immediately, but I had never been in the Alley this late, and on Saturday nights the shops apparently stayed open late. After walking for a few minutes, Lucius Apparated us back into the sitting room of the suite and took off his cloak before tossing it onto the armchair, his tuxedo jacket following. He stepped over to me and handed me my wand, then pulled my cloak off, running his hands down my arms as he kissed me.

"You did wonderfully tonight, Olivia."

"I had a fantastic time." I said quietly, staring up at him.

We stood there in each others arms for a few minutes, and I was debating whether to invite him in to my room when he kissed me and said, "Have a good night, Olivia. I'll see you at breakfast. No skipping."

He pulled away and stepped into his bedroom, giving me a smile before he shut the door. Almost regretfully, I went into my room and shut the door. There was a nice fire going in the grate that I was very thankful for. I kicked off my heels and waved my wand to unzip the dress, letting it fall to the floor so I could step out of it, and then I flicked my wand again to send it flying into the closet. I took off the earrings and necklace before sending them to the jewelry box, and then I tossed my wand onto the bed as I stepped into the bathroom, the candles igniting as they sensed my presence. And I froze as I looked at myself in the mirror. There were hickeys along my neck and one at the top of my breast where I was sure the top of the neckline of my dress sat. How had I missed these? With a strangled cry, I stomped to the closet and dug out a pair of shorts and t-shirt before banging my hand on the door that connected my room to Lucius'. Suddenly the looks that Artemis and Mildred were giving me after the play made sense.

The door opened and Lucius stood there with his arms crossed, shirtless, a pair of black sweatpants slung low on his hips. I had a hard time breathing and for a moment I forgot why I was angry.

"Yes?"

"You, you – hickies!" I spluttered, pointing to my neck.

"Oh, yes." A smile graced his lips and he nodded. "As I said, I think I made my point tonight."

"Who are you trying to make that point to?" I asked, stomping my foot.

"You, and Artemis Wright."

"Artemis, what does Artemis have to do with this?"

"Are you really that naive, Olivia? You have no idea why you have been passed up for promotions? Why the Head of the Department of Magical History pitched a fit in Yaxley's office six months ago because Artemis fought her request to bring you into her department?" Lucius sighed exasperatedly.

I was confused. "What are you talking about? I was never approached by Carissa."

"No, of course you weren't, because Artemis lost his mind when she brought it up in a meeting." Lucius continued to stare at me. "The man is enamored with you."

I snorted and then dissolved into laughter. "Artemis? With me?" I gasped. I continued laughing until I had a stitch in my side. I was grasping at it while Lucius just stood there and stared at me.

"You're telling me that in the three years I've worked for Artemis, he's harbored some secret love for me?"

"It is barely concealed, Olivia. You are just oblivious."

I got my laughter under control and took a deep breath, staring at him. "You're serious."

"Very."

"That isn't possible." I said, but then I remembered last week when Hermione had mentioned that Carissa had tried to bring me over to the archives and I had been too drunk to process it. And suddenly the moments that I'd brushed off as a good working relationship took a different tone. The Christmas and birthday gifts, including the rare edition of a Potions book and a rather expensive necklace, now seemed more intimate than they had before. "Oh Merlin, what do I do?"

"If you are indeed asking for my opinion and not thinking aloud, you should quit. You said that you wanted to pursue your Mastery; why wait?" Lucius shrugged and turned away, but left the door open.

I followed him into his room, not finished with this conversation. His room was decorated similarly to mine but in varying shades of green. There was also a large piano in one corner of the room – that took me by surprise. I climbed up onto his bed and situated myself cross-legged as I watched him sit down at the desk.

"I can't just quit. I don't even know if I'll get into the program, and what will I do until classes start, sit around and suck your dick?"

"Well –" Lucius began, but I cut him off.

"It was a rhetorical question."

"I was going to say that as I have not yet been able to judge your skillset, I am not sure that would be a possible course of action." He looked over at me and smirked, and I glared at him. If only he knew that my expertise in giving blowjobs was limited to an awkward situation with a Muggle man on my twentieth birthday in which I may or may not have bitten him on accident.

"I sent inquiries to Ulstorm, Pennington, and Mugworth on your behalf. They would be willing to consider you for admission for the trimester starting at the new year, provided that you complete their entrance requirements by December first."

Lucius gathered up a few envelopes, walked over to the bed, and handed them to me. I noticed that the envelopes were addressed to Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy. I arched an eyebrow at him.

"You are awfully presumptuous, Mister Malfoy."

Lucius grasped my chin gently and looked at me. "I have claimed you now, Olivia. There is nowhere on this Earth that you could go that I would not find you."

"One could interpret that as a threat." I was aiming for light, but my voice shook a little.

"It is a promise." He kissed me on the lips and then walked back to the desk and took a seat.

It should've felt awkward to be sitting on Lucius' bed in my shorts and him sitting at his desk in nothing but sweatpants, but it felt oddly comfortable. There was a fire crackling in the fireplace and his quill was scratching on parchment paper as I looked over the letters from the Mastery programs.

Ulstorm was in Ireland, Pennington in the States, and Mugworth in London. I would think that Pennington would be out considering that I couldn't Floo out of the country, and Apparating over the Atlantic Ocean was decidedly inadvisable. Ulstorm was possible; I could Apparate there. And of course Mugworth would be the most convenient option. Their entrance requirements were a personal essay and the submission of a potion for evaluation, which I could do easily enough, even though I was a bit rusty.

My thoughts strayed to the revelation with Artemis and I was mortified at the thought of facing him on Monday. If what Lucius said was true, and I was starting to believe more and more that it was, then the hickeys on my neck were doubly humiliating.

I yawned and caught Lucius watching me, and then I glanced up at the clock on the mantle and realized it was almost midnight.

"I think I'll go to bed. I don't want to keep you awake." I slid down off the bed and gathered up the letters.

"You are welcome to stay for the night."

I froze and panicked. I still hadn't decided how to tell him I was a virgin. Hell, maybe I wouldn't say anything at all – it's not like he'd know, would he? Most women barely bled anyway. Maybe I should just get it over with and have sex with him now; it would take the pressure off.

"I do not intend to pressure you, Olivia."

I nodded, smiling at him nervously. "I'm going to stay in my room." I decided. There was no reason to rush anything. And besides, I'd probably toss and turn all night because my head was so full of things to think about. I'd never shared a bed with anyone before, but I doubted Lucius would appreciate me keeping him up all night.

"Goodnight, Olivia." Lucius said and I echoed him before closing the door that connected our rooms.

I put the letters on my desk and extinguished the candles with a wave of my wand before crawling into bed and passing out.

The next morning I woke up begrudgingly because I knew I had to wake up in time for breakfast. I took a shower and dressed in a pair of jeans and an old New York City sweatshirt before pulling on fuzzy socks and making my way downstairs to the dining room for breakfast. Lucius and Draco were already seated and eating.

"You two do realize that it's barely nine o'clock on a Sunday morning? Is it really that important to eat three meals a day?" I grumbled as I pulled out an empty chair to Lucius' right and sat down. I glanced across the table to see an assortment of fruit, waffles, porridge, bacon, and sausage, and there was a tea pot, but no coffee carafe.

"Where's the coffee?" I asked, looking around to see if I had maybe missed it.

"We do not drink coffee, but I can have it added to the grocery delivery. There is tea." Lucius said as he cut into a piece of sausage.

"Tea isn't the same, though." I pouted, a little put out. "You drink coffee in the morning and tea in the afternoon. Everyone knows that."

Draco laughed as I spooned some fruit, a few pieces of bacon, and a waffle onto my plate.

"Maybe that's how an American goes about their day."

I glared over at Draco. "I am not an American."

"You might as well be." He took a sip of his tea and smirked. "You sound like one most of the time."

"Blame my parents. They're the ones who took me to the States as an infant."

"That's practically child abuse." Draco scoffed.

Lucius stiffened in his seat and I glanced over at him. The moment passed and then he said, "Have you decided if you're going to invite your parents?"

My stomach turned and I put down my fork, my appetite gone.

"I don't know. It's two weeks away, and they more than likely already have something planned that weekend. Maybe I don't have to tell them at all; I can go over on Christmas Day for an hour or two and just not wear my ring."

"You don't get along with your parents?" Draco asked.

I shrugged. "Not really. It's no big deal – we just don't see eye to eye on certain things."

We lapsed into silence as we ate, and Lucius picked up the Sunday edition of the Prophet. I froze when I saw the front page. It was a photo of me and Lucius from the night before as we stood in the atrium of the theater. They had to have taken it after we left the bathroom because my hand was in his and I was smiling. The headline read, "Malfoy's Match Makes a Splash".

"Why are they so obsessed with us being matched?" I hissed, glaring at the paper like I could set it on fire with my eyes alone.

"Because I am a Malfoy and you are intriguing. And beautiful." Lucius said from behind the newspaper.

Draco made a gagging noise and I chucked a strawberry at him.

"When do you get matched, Draco? Maybe you could take some of the heat." I said as I went back to eating my waffle.

Draco glanced over at Lucius who met his eyes over the top of the newspaper, and I was immediately suspicious.

"What are you two up to?"

"Nothing. I haven't heard anything yet." Draco said quickly.

"I don't believe you."

"Too bad, step-mummy." Draco stood up with a smile and finished his tea. "Have a good day."

I watched him leave before turning my attention to Lucius, who was still reading the newspaper.

"Would you like my assistance writing your resignation letter?" he asked, turning the page.

"I'm not quitting. At least not right now. Or at least not tomorrow." I kept changing my mind.

"Have you decided against the Mastery program?"

"What, no. I'm still doing that."

"Then you will need to focus on your essay and potion entry. Severus could help you. I am sure you would love a private tutoring session with him."

My face instantly flamed up at the mention of Professor Snape.

"Don't you dare say anything to him, Lucius Malfoy. About the crush, I mean." I grabbed the Prophet out of his hand and found a devilish smile on his face. "I'm serious, Lucius."

"Severus most likely already knows, Olivia. He's a very accomplished Legilimens, and according to him, your mind is very disorganized and a loud broadcaster."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"It came up in conversation." Lucius waved his hand dismissively.

I wasn't entirely comfortable with the idea that Lucius was talking to Professor Snape about me, but I suppose I couldn't get in the way of them being friends.

"Do you have any plans for today?" Lucius asked, changing the subject as he pried the paper out of my hands and opened it again.

"I guess I need to get together my guest list for Alma. And I should take a look at the boxes I brought over. I think I'll just put my books in my bedroom as the bookcases in there are empty; I don't want to mess up the library."

"You can leave extraneous items in the drawing room. I think the Manor can survive without your department store plates."

I stuck my tongue out at him and he ignored me. I finished up my breakfast and stood. I stepped over to him and kissed his cheek before leaving the dining room, and I saw the small smile playing at his lips as I left. I knew I was probably giving in too easily, but what other choice did I have? I could be miserable, or I could have fun and have amazing orgasms.

I levitated the boxes of books up to my bedroom and attempted to start organizing them, but I made it through one box before I got distracted and started reading a Muggle fantasy novel that I had been putting off starting. That's what I was doing when Hipsy popped into the room hours later and startled me.

"Master Malfoy has Hipsy bring yous lunch, miss." Hipsy said, setting a plate on the coffee table in front of me with a bottle of bubble juice.

"Thank you, Hipsy."

She disappeared a moment later and I picked up one half of the warm sandwich, taking a bite. I was hungry, and if Lucius wanted to take on the responsibility of deciding what I ate every day, I was inclined to let him do it. As an adult, I found it vastly overwhelming and exhausting to have to plan meals, and I got so busy and distracted most days that I skipped a meal, sometimes two. If I was honest with myself, I wasn't even that good at keeping up with meal times when I was at school either.

I finished the sandwich and bubble juice as I read, taking a break to put a few more books on shelves, but I couldn't focus because I wanted to go back to reading the book. Lucius found me still reading a few hours later, my legs thrown over one side of an armchair and my head scrunched forward awkwardly, my wand twisted up in my hair.

"That looks very uncomfortable." He commented as he walked over to me.

"Hmm?" I made the noise without looking over at him, not wanting to put the book down.

He plucked the book out of my hands and I gasped. "Don't you dare lose my place. I will shave your head in your sleep." I scrambled clumsily out of the chair and onto my feet and reached out for the book, and he moved it out of my grasp, holding it above his head. "You are a child, do you know that?"

"I had not seen you since breakfast; I wanted to make sure nothing in the Manor ate you." Lucius smirked down at me as I glared at him.

"That's the second time you've made a reference to there being something dangerous in this house. Should I be concerned?"

"Not unless you are trying to enter rooms that are locked. But I felt it necessary to repeat, as you do have a stubborn streak."

"Yeah, and you're a ray of sunshine that's not stubborn at all." I snarked, glancing up at my book. He had his finger in between the pages and was holding my place, thank Merlin. "Can I have my book back?"

Lucius lowered it and glanced at the front cover before turning it over to read the back summary. It was a medieval-type fantasy and was the first in what was going to be a series, or so I'd heard.

"A Game of Thrones?" He asked, eyebrow raised. "This is a Muggle book, is it not?"

"Yes, by an American author. It's getting really fucking good, so can I please have it back?"

"No, but only because dinner is served. You can have it back after you eat." Lucius stepped over to the desk and ripped a piece of parchment to place in between the pages, and then the book disappeared.

"Are you holding my book hostage until I eat dinner?" I seethed, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Yes." Lucius chucked me under the chin as he walked past me.

I followed him to the dining room and took a seat at the table as he filled a plate with roast chicken, vegetables, and potatoes and sat it in front of me.

"Are you really going to keep this up?" I asked as I bit into a potato.

"Making sure that you do not skip meals? Yes. I enjoy providing."

"I'd call you sexist if I thought it would do any good."

"On the contrary – a sexist believes that they are better than women because of their gender. I enjoy providing and taking care of my sexual partners for the simple reason that it brings me pleasure."

"And how exactly does spanking me equate to taking care of me?" I asked with narrowed eyes. I still hadn't gotten over that.

Lucius winked at me and then said, "You came down for breakfast this morning, did you not? And you will remember that lesson."

I blushed a little and rolled my eyes; he did make a very good point. "So skipping meals results in a spanking." I mused. "Anything else?"

Lucius put down his fork, placed his elbows on the table, folded his hands and looked at me over them. "Would you like more rules?"

"I just don't want to get in trouble for something I didn't know I wasn't supposed to do." But now I was curious. "I mean, what other kind of rules?"

"I would never punish you for something I had not warned you not to do. I told you there would be consequences if I found you skipping meals again – you chose not to believe me. As for other rules, they could vary. If there's something you want to improve on, then rules, rewards, and consequences can be built around that. There are also rules that could be implemented that would be in service of pleasing me and consequences for breaking those rules."

I sat there quietly, thinking over what he had said. I was extremely intrigued because it seemed like an interesting way to conduct a relationship, and I really thrived with structure. But it also seemed controlling and a little scary – did I trust Lucius not to take advantage if I agreed? And what if he made a rule that I didn't agree with? And was this something I should even be considering when we hadn't even had sex yet?

"You have questions. Ask them."

"What if you make a rule and I don't agree with it?"

Lucius smiled. "That depends on the reasoning for your objection. If you feel that I am taking advantage of you or putting you in danger, then that is a serious objection. I would hope that I could judge appropriately so as not to violate your trust. Communication is essential. And if you ever felt uncomfortable, you would have a safe word, and we would immediately stop and discuss."

"So we would talk about rules beforehand, and what? Write them down?"

"If you would like, yes."

I mulled over the information quietly as I resumed eating. If I was going to do this, I needed to tell him I was a virgin. I felt fairly certain that if I didn't tell him, he would be angry, and if he was as serious about communication as he said he was…

"You know I'm a virgin, right?" the words came out in a rush as I smashed my fork against a carrot repeatedly, turning it to mush.

The silence stretched longer than I expected and when I couldn't take it anymore, I finally looked over at him. Lucius had settled back in his chair with his arms crossed and his head tilted slightly to the side.

He inhaled deeply and then said, "I was not aware. Thank you for telling me." He paused. "If you are interested in pursuing the dynamic previously discussed, we will implement rules in stages. It can be very overwhelming and I want you to be comfortable and enjoy yourself."

I was pleasantly surprised at his response and a little caught off guard. "You aren't… disappointed?"

He raised his eyebrows. "Why would I be disappointed in being the first man to have sex with you?"

I shifted in my seat, flicking my eyes down at my plate. "I don't know. I mean, wouldn't you prefer someone more experienced?"

"Again, why would I want someone experienced when I get to be the person to help you learn what exactly you like? If this past week is any indication, I think that you and I have similar tastes. You continue to be a surprise, and I am more than pleased."

I was practically glowing under his praise. He was taking this much better than I had predicted.

"If you are still interested in adding rules –"

"I am!" I interrupted, and I flushed when he held up a finger.

"Then we will start with a few simple ones. We can do that once we finish dinner."

"Why can't we do it now?" I complained.

"Because patience is a virtue you lack."

Lucius resumed eating his dinner and I picked at mine absently, anxious to see what he had planned. After twenty minutes, I was certain that he was eating slow just to torture me.

"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?" I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest and glaring at him.

He made a big show of cutting a carrot into multiple tiny pieces before putting a piece in his mouth and chewing.

"I have no idea what you are referring to."

I seethed in silence for another ten minutes before he wiped his mouth and finished his glass of wine and then finally stood up. I jumped to my feet immediately and didn't miss his mouth curve into a smile as I followed behind him to his study. He handed me quill, ink, and a notebook before sitting down in an armchair and patting his thigh.

I hesitated for only a moment before sitting down in his lap, and he turned me so that my legs were dangling off one the arm of the chair and my back was supported against his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around my back and cupped my thigh while he took the ink in his other hand, resting it on my knees. I placed the notebook on my lap, opened it, and held the quill ready.

"Now, I think we should establish the safe word first. It should be something that will not be accidentally said, that way it holds the power it should."

"Okay." I said, thinking. "What about puffskein?"

He snorted and nodded. "Alright, puffskein it is. The first and most important rule is communication. No little white lies, no omitting the truth – open communication. I want you to ask questions and tell me whatever you need to." Lucius said, and I dipped the quill in the ink and wrote that down. "The second is what we've already established – you will not skip meals. And a bag of crisps does not make a meal."

I rolled my eyes and wrote down that rule too.

"Third you will keep up with and be able to produce this list when requested to do so. Fourth you will tell me good morning every morning, and good night every night before you go to bed. And fifth, you will sleep in my bed every night."

I wrote down every rule as he dictated them and looked up at him expectantly. "That's it?"

"Do you have any objections?"

I shrugged. "No, it seems simple enough."

I felt his chest rumble under me as he laughed. "Would you like me to add a challenging one?"

"Yes." I said firmly. "These are easy."

Lucius hummed quietly and then whispered in my ear, "You may not touch yourself or cum without my express permission." He paused. "Grinding is acceptable. I like the idea of you so desperate for attention that you grind for me."

I exhaled shakily as he trailed his lips down my neck slowly and I squirmed in his lap as I wrote it down.

"Is that challenging enough for you, Olivia? Do you think you can be a good girl for me and follow that rule?" Lucius murmured against my skin.

"Yes." I breathed out.

"Yes what?"

It took me a moment to realize what he wanted me to say, and I blushed. "Yes sir."

"Fuck." He growled, dropping the ink to the floor and grabbing my chin to kiss me hard. He grabbed the notebook and quill in one hand and pressed me against him with his other as he leaned forward and chucked them onto the table. He then resituated me until I was straddling his lap, his hands on my hips and mine cupping his neck, my thumbs on his cheeks. "You are the best surprise I've gotten in years."

I laughed lightly and kissed him again, grinding down into his erection. We snogged for a few minutes before I pulled away and ran my hands down his chest. It was still odd to see him dressed down, as he was in a black long sleeve shirt and khakis.

"Can I… Can I touch you?" I asked haltingly.

"You are touching me, Olivia. If you meant something specific, you will have to use your words."

"Can I please touch your cock?" My face was on fire but I was wet and my nipples were so hard that every time they brushed against my shirt I wanted to groan.

"If you continue to follow the rules, then that will be your reward." Lucius said huskily.

"And it's okay that you… I mean, you've helped me…" I was stumbling over my words and not entirely sure what I was trying to say. I was feeling a little guilty that he had made me cum and I hadn't reciprocated.

"Pleasure is not transactional, Olivia. Thank you for thinking of me, but I am not keeping count of the orgasms I give you." Lucius cupped my cheek and I looked up into his steely grey eyes. "You will not be able to keep track of the amount of orgasms I plan to give you."

"Yes sir." I nodded, and he smiled.

"Now take your book and go read. I will be up in a little while." Lucius snapped his fingers and my book reappeared in his hand. At the moment, I was more concerned with satisfying the ache between my legs, but a distraction would be a better idea. I climbed off his lap, stepping around the spilled ink, and picked up the notebook and took the book from him. I waved my wand and vanished the mess on the floor as well.

"Goodnight." I said, and kissed his cheek before dashing out of his study and up the stairs.

I stopped in my room first to change into pajamas, and spent longer than I'd care to admit trying to decide what to wear. Lucius' shopping trip had also included lingerie, in varying degrees of coverage, and I finally landed on a nightie that was silky and fell just above my knees. I had never been interested in dressing for a man, but there was a small part of me that was excited to do so for Lucius. It was chilly upstairs, so I hurriedly brushed my teeth and took my wand and book over to the door that connected our rooms. I debated on whether I should knock or not, before rapping my knuckles twice on the wood and then peaking inside. The room was empty – a few candles were lit, there was a fire in the fireplace, and the bed was turned down, but there was no sign of Lucius.

I took a deep breath and stepped in the room, closing the door behind me, before going to the bed staring at it. A quick glance at the bedside tables on each side let me know that Lucius preferred the one closest to the door that opened into the sitting room, so I laid my wand on the bedside table on the other and climbed in. It was very odd to be sitting in Lucius Malfoys bed, dressed in a nightie. Though as I reflected on the events of the past week, and particularly the last hour or so of the day, maybe this was the least shocking.

I opened the book and read, but at some point I fell asleep, because my next recollection was Lucius climbing into the bed beside me, taking the book from my hands, and then the candles going out. He pulled me to him so that my back was to his front and then I was asleep again.