Chapter Ten

I cried on and off until I glanced down at my watch and saw it was twelve-thirty. I wasn't very hungry, but knew I should eat, so I called Hipsy and asked her to bring me some soup. After I made my request, I forced myself to get out of bed and changed into some leggings and t-shirt, not missing the fact that my upper arm was starting to bruise, before crawling back into bed. I forced myself to eat some of the soup before pushing the tray away and burrowing back under the covers with Loki. I was cold, and though the soup was settling warm in my stomach, I couldn't get warm. Tears were still occasionally coming as I laid there staring at the fire, contemplating how exactly I got here. I was happy this morning, and now I was crushed.

"Olivia!"

I closed my eyes at the sound of Lucius' voice, not ready to face him. I heard the door open and I turned my face into the pillow as his footsteps came across the room.

"Olivia?"

"What?" I croaked into the pillow. I felt a hand brush my hair and I started sobbing again.

"Shhh, no, tell me what happened, kitten."

Hands lifted me up gently and Lucius sat on the bed, holding me close to him, my head on his chest. I cried harder at his soft tone and the pet name. My emotions were raw and I didn't know how to handle any of this. And I truly felt the loss of Artemis as a friend and his betrayal was making my chest ache.

"You tell me what happened when you are ready, Olivia." Lucius said softly, running his fingers through my hair. "I'm proud of you for eating lunch. You must always take care of yourself, even when it is difficult."

I nodded once into his shirt, trying to calm myself a little. My sobs subsided and a few minutes later Lucius summoned Hipsy to take away the lunch tray and bring him some of his paperwork. I fell asleep and woke up a few hours later, this time on my side with my head on a pillow. Lucius was there, still clothed in his suit, his back against the headboard as he read a piece of parchment and scratched out something with a quill. He looked over at me when I rubbed my eyes and swallowed hard. I watched as he reached over to the bedside table and handed me a glass of water. I took it gratefully and sat up a little before downing it quickly.

"Thank you." I said quietly, handing it back to him, and he put it back on the table.

"You are welcome." Lucius watched me as I laid my head back down on the pillow.

I was quiet for a minute before saying, "You were right. About Artemis. I'm sure that you've already heard about what happened – the door was open."

"I did not know anything had happened until after I had lunch with Yaxley. Miss Granger stopped me in the hallway and asked if you were alright, and when I was not aware of what had happened, she informed me that there had been an altercation between you and Artemis Wright."

I laughed quietly. "An altercation. Artemis simply informed me of what a whore I am."

Lucius stiffened and his lips thinned in anger.

"He's not wrong." I said quietly, closing my eyes as a few tears leaked out. "That's what you called me, and it's what I am. And I liked it when you called me a whore."

I felt him move things and shift, and then he pulled my head into his lap, his fingers running through my hair.

"Artemis Wright had only ill intention by calling you a whore, kitten. Words said in anger are far different than those said in adoration. It did seem that you enjoyed some degradation, but if that is no longer acceptable, I understand. I may have rushed this."

I couldn't help myself as I snorted. "Lucius, everything is rushed. It's not like any of this is normal."

He laughed slightly too. "I suppose the main point I was attempting to make was not to let that impotent, useless excuse for a wizard make you question what you enjoy. The means by which we have gotten here may have been unconventional, but as long as we both consent, there is no shame in finding enjoyment however we'd like."

We were both quiet as he continued to run his fingers through my hair. It felt so good and I was almost asleep when he spoke again.

"Artemis Wright has a broken nose. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"

I swore I could hear the smile in his voice.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about." I said, pretending to pick a piece of lint off his trousers.

"Good girl."

We spent a little more time laying in bed before dinner, which was just Lucius and me, and then we both retired to the sitting room outside the bedrooms to read. With a jolt, I realized that he was holding a copy of A Game of Thrones.

"What are you doing?" I asked, pointing at the book.

"I was intrigued." He shrugged. "I ventured into Muggle London this morning and purchased it, and I thought we could discuss it."

"You went into Muggle London on your own volition?"

"I have interacted with Muggles before, Olivia. I may not hold them in very high regard, but it is important to be aware."

I just shook my head at him. I'm sure he saw the hypocrisy and simply didn't care, so I let it go and went back to my book. I could forgive him a little considering he made the effort to connect with me. Hipsy appeared a little while later with a letter for me from Hermione.

Ollie,

I wanted to check in and see if you were doing okay. The rumors flying around are crazy and if you want to come by tomorrow evening and have a girls night, I'd love to have you. Either way, please write me back and let me know you're alright.

-Hermione

I stepped to the desk in my room and wrote a quick response to her.

Hermione,

I'm okay – happy to come by tomorrow and gossip. I'll bring Thai.

- O

I stepped back into the sitting room and asked, "Is there a particular place where you send owls out? And do you have an owl I can use, assuming Hermione's isn't still here?"

"Hipsy will see to it that the letter gets out." Lucius said. "And what did Miss Granger have to say?"

I called out to Hipsy and she took the letter from me to post, then I settled back in my armchair.

"She invited me to have dinner tomorrow night and gossip. Apparently there are a lot of rumors flying around about what happened, so I'm curious to know what's being said. Though I'm sure there'll be a damn Prophet article about it." I said that last part bitterly.

Lucius snapped his fingers. "That reminds me – Rita Skeeter will be here Friday afternoon to interview us for the article the Prophet is doing on the wedding."

"You have fun with that." I muttered darkly as I opened my book.

"We will meet with her at two. Do not worry – I shall prep you beforehand."

"Prep me? Are you afraid I'll embarrass you, Lucius?"

"I am more concerned that you will have a panic attack. Would you like to tell me about it?"

I shrugged, playing with a page of my book. "I just don't like big crowds or being the center of attention. Once I got my letter from Hogwarts and started attending, it became a little awkward having to dodge questions and come up with answers that the Ministry approved of. And I got so worried that if I messed up they'd kick me out and I'd not be allowed to be a witch anymore, and then I'd be stuck with my parents forever."

"Severus mentioned a bruise on your face at the beginning of term your fifth year. He seemed to –"

"I fell." I said quickly, standing up.

"Olivia." His voice was quiet, and he hadn't moved an inch. "I am not trying to upset you. I need to make sure that I do not make your anxiety worse."

I turned the book over in my hands, staring down at it. "Because of the spanking?"

"I will never raise a hand to you in anger. And your father will never do it again."

I glanced up at him and saw that he still hadn't moved, like he was trying to make sure I didn't feel threatened.

"It wasn't all the time. Mostly it was just a quick pop to the mouth when I smarted off." I swallowed. "He broke my arm after I graduated from Ilvermorny, though, when we fought over the Potions Mastery courses. He went to hit me and I fought back. Well, I grabbed at his arm; I'm not sure that counts as fighting back." I was quiet for a minute, trying to process what all I wanted to tell him. "My mom always told me that it was my fault and that if I just tried harder, then it wouldn't happen. She's kind of awful in her own way, you know. She'd always put me on a diet as soon as I came home for holidays, told me how pudgy and awful I looked."

Lucius shifted in the chair and stood, holding out his hand toward me. I stared at it before putting down the book and taking his hand, allowing him to pull me closer, his hands settling on my waist as mine wrapped around his back. I settled my chin on his chest, looking up at him.

"Thank you for telling me. I would like to reiterate that communication is important and should you feel uncomfortable or afraid, I want you to tell me immediately."

I smiled slightly. "Oh how far we've come in little over a week."

His lips quirked up. "This type of intimacy can certainly expedite the process, that is true."

"Hmm, I'm enjoying it, you know. I love to learn, and this is very exciting."

"And I have so much more to teach you." He said quietly as he leaned down and kissed my forehead gently. "Ready for bed?"

I woke with a gasp, disoriented in the dark. There were arms around me, holding me close to a body, and there was this delicious friction between my legs…

"You were moaning my name in your sleep, kitten."

My eyes snapped open and I tried to find Lucius' face in the dark. Now that I was awake, he rolled me onto my back, his bare knee pressed firmly against my pussy, his hands on either side of my face, and I felt his hard cock against my leg. His hair dangled down over his bare shoulders as he kissed me hard, and a few candles ignited to dimly light the room.

"Do you remember what you were dreaming about?" Lucius murmured into my ear as he trailed kisses down my jaw and along the lace of the nightie above my breasts.

In my dream, Lucius had me bent over his desk in the study and was pounding into me so hard that every thrust had sent the desk inching forward. I moaned as the real Lucius glided his tongue over my heated flesh, sliding the strap of the nightie down so that my breast was exposed to the cold air. My nipple tightened into a peak at the cold air before he enveloped it on his mouth.

"Oh god." I groaned, my hands twining into his hair as he moved to the other nipple.

"Tell me about your dream, Olivia. You were enjoying yourself immensely; so much so that you woke me up moaning my name."

"We, we were in your study." I panted, sliding my hands out of his hair and down his firm chest, fingernails skating against his skin. "You were… we were having sex, and I was bent over the desk."

"Mmmm." Lucius said against my breast as his hand trailed down my body to cup my pussy. "You certainly have a dirty mind, kitten. Teasing me in a restaurant, cumming on my fingers in the theater, and now you're fantasizing about me fucking you over my desk in my study, where I hold business meetings and entertain friends." Lucius lifted his head and made eye contact with me, his lips curving up in a wicked grin. "Imagine if Severus were sitting in the chair across from my desk, watching me fuck you."

I cried out as his fingers finally found my clit and a new fantasy started to form in my head at his words.

"You're so wet for me, kitten. Dreaming about me, wanting me… fuck, I don't think I can wait."

His fingers slowly dipped lower, and one entered me slowly. I groaned, grasping his upper arms as I felt myself stretch around him.

"Tell me if I'm hurting you, Olivia. Tell me if you need me to stop." Lucius said before he kissed me again.

"Don't you dare stop." I gasped after he pulled away.

"Ever the eager one." Lucius responded with a smile as he added another finger.

Slowly, he pumped his fingers in and out of me, and my hips started to meet him after a few moments. The stretch was a little painful but I found it hard to focus on the pain when it felt like Lucius' mouth was everywhere else on my body at once. I whined in disappointment when he pulled away from me to slide down the bed, and then he was kissing his way down between my breasts, trailing down my stomach to…

"What are you doing?"

I gasped as he grasped my legs, pulling them onto his shoulders and sliding me down in the bed as his mouth dipped to my core and then his mouth was on me. I screamed as he licked me from top to bottom, and then his fingers were parting my lips and his tongue was on my clit, his fingers sliding inside me. I was in sensory overload, my hips bucking into his mouth.

"Cum for me, kitten. I want to taste you before I fuck you." Lucius' growl reverberated against me and I saw stars as his fingers curled forward. I came with another scream, my legs locking instinctively around Lucius' head and riding his face.

He kept up his ministrations as I came down from my orgasm, panting, my face and body on fire. I was sensitive and tingly all over, and he just kept going. It felt like very nerve ending in my body was a needle, and he kept licking, and sucking, and… I came with another moan, my hands fisting in the sheets and the heels of my feet digging into Lucius' back. He let me ride out the second orgasm before pulling his head away and slowly lowering my hips back onto the bed. He leaned over me and captured my lips in a searing kiss, and I tasted myself on his tongue.

"You're such a good girl for me, kitten. Two already and I have yet to get my cock in you. Do you like the taste of yourself?" Lucius' hand brushed a few strands out of my sweaty face, and all I could do was look up at him and breathe heavily. "I require a response, Olivia."

His fingers danced across my stomach and then he took my nipple between two fingers and pinched. I screeched in pain before gasping as he dipped his head and licked the sensitive tip, blowing on it a moment later. The sensation left me a little dumbfounded, but as his fingers moved to the other nipple I gasped out, "Yes, I do." I blinked at him and licked my lips. "Do you like how I taste?"

"I could eat nothing but your pussy for the rest of my life and die a happy man." Lucius growled as he gave the other nipple the same treatment, and I closed my eyes and moaned. "Look at me." He waited until I met his eyes again. "This will hurt. I know you will be my perfect little whore and take every inch, but you tell me if we need to stop."

I shivered at his words but nodded.

"I need to hear you say the words, kitten."

"Yes, sir, I understand."

Lucius looked at me for a moment longer before kissing me hard and muttering, "You're fucking perfect."

He rose to his knees and spread my legs before running his fingers along my slit and gathering some of my wetness and fisting his cock. I gulped as I saw it. I didn't find it hard to believe that he was larger than Artemis, because the only thing that had a larger cock than Lucius Malfoy would have to be a bull. He pulled me toward him and settled the head of his cock at my entrance, pushing barely inside, and my eyes squeezed shut at the stretch. This was going to hurt.

"Eyes on me, Olivia."

My eyes flew open and locked onto Lucius' grey ones as he pushed in a little more. We both groaned at the same time, and my hands fisted in the sheets again. He continued to push himself in slowly, pausing to let me adjust, until we both felt him hit the natural barrier. I licked my lips as I watched him take a deep breath and slowly exhale, and then it hit me that he must be exerting an immense amount of self-control.

"Are you ready?" Lucius reached down to grasp my hand and I wound my fingers into his.

"Just do it."

I nodded sharply, and before I had a chance to change my mind, Lucius' hips snapped forward and he was fully seated inside me. I cried out and I couldn't help the few tears that leaked out, gasping as he moaned and squeezed my hand. I took a few deep breaths and as the pain subsided, a comforting sense of fullness replaced it, and then when I shifted my hips experimentally, a zing of pleasure ripped through me. Lucius moved slowly as he readjusted our positions so that he was leaning over me, a hand on one of my bent legs, and I felt him go deeper.

"Fuck." I hissed out, bucking my hips up into him. "Are you going to fuck me now?"

A slow smile slide across Lucius' face as he ran his thumb across my bottom lip. "Yeah, kitten, I'm going to fuck you now."

He pulled his hips back slowly before sinking back into me, his pace picking up slowly. There was still a dull ache but the pleasure far outweighed the pain as he thrust in and out. He adjusted again, this time straightening my leg out so that it was against his chest and then his fingers were on my clit again. I moaned as the feeling of being completely filled battled with the sensations he was producing with his fingers, and my hips were meeting him thrust for thrust.

"Cum for me again, kitten."

"I don't think I can." I cried out as he continued to torture me.

"You've done so well tonight, Olivia. One more time and then I'll fill you up with my cum."

He pushed me over the edge with another swish of his fingers, and I felt myself clench around his cock. He fucked me through my orgasm, his fingers never leaving my clit as he tormented the little bundle of nerves. Lucius moved again and hovered above me, his hand beside my head as his body covered me, my legs wrapping automatically around his waist. Thrusting into me repeatedly, his pace quickening, his eyes didn't leave mine as he seated himself firmly inside me, groaning harshly as his cock pulsed and he came. We stayed like that for a few minutes, both catching our breathing.

"Are you alright?" He finally asked, swiping his thumb across my cheek.

"Yes." I said firmly, smiling at him. I hummed as I wiggled my hips, enjoying the look on his face. I felt a blush cross my face as I said, "I rather like the feel of you inside me."

Lucius smirked. "Say something like that again and you may find yourself bound to this bed permanently."

"Are you going to tie me up, sir?" I asked breathlessly, and I felt his cock twitch inside me.

Lucius shook his head slowly, but the smirk didn't dissipate. "I have a feeling I've created a monster."

I reached up a hand and lightly traced it down his chest. "We've only begun to explore the depths of my depravity, Lucius."

He laughed and kissed me again before slowly pulling out of me, and I winced in pain. And then I felt the odd sensation of missing him, coupled with the feeling of his cum trickling out of me, and I flushed. I should not enjoy that as I much as I was.

"Stay there." Lucius said as he climbed off the bed and disappeared into the bathroom, naked, coming back a few moments later with a warm cloth and two small vials filled with liquid. I had readjusted my nightie but couldn't seem to find my knickers. He placed the vials into my hand before slowly running the cloth between my thighs before I could stop him. I thought I was going to die of embarrassment, but I refocused my attention on the vials in my hand. Based on the coloring and situation, I guessed one was a pain reliever and the other…

"A contraceptive potion?" I asked Lucius. "Are we allowed to use those?"

Lucius smirked. "There's nothing in the law that says we cannot."

"I find it very hard to believe that they missed that." I pulled the cork out of the vials and downed them both.

"It was not an accident." Lucius finished and looked down at me, and I squirmed under his gaze. "I like the idea of you sleeping with my cum inside you."

I inhaled sharply at his words, and then I noticed his eyes harden. "What?"

All of the candles in the room flared to life suddenly and Lucius ran his hand over my upper arm. I glanced down and saw that the place where Artemis had grabbed me had turned into a dark bruise.

"I did not do this. Who did?" Lucius said quietly, and I couldn't help the fact that my nipples hardened.

"Artemis grabbed me when I went to leave. It's nothing; I forgot about it."

A muscle twitched in Lucius' jaw as he clenched his teeth. "Going forward, you will tell me immediately if anyone touches you. Am I clear?"

I nodded, and at his look, said, "Yes sir. Rule six."

"Good girl. You may add it to the list in the morning." He glanced over at the clock on the mantle. "Well, in a few hours."

He covered me up with the blankets, candles extinguished, and then he was pulling me to him after he'd settled in the bed.