Chapter Eleven

"Draco's my match!"

Those were the first words out of Hermione's mouth after she opened her the door to her flat. After Lucius and I had slept for a few hours, had sex before and after breakfast in bed, and I'd spent the rest of the day emptying my flat, I had picked up the Thai food and made my way over to Hermione's flat.

My mouth dropped open and I felt a rush of anger. "What?!"

She grabbed my arm and pulled me inside. "I got the letter yesterday morning before work, and I really want to hear about what happened with you yesterday, but I have to give them an answer by the end of the day tomorrow and I really need someone to talk to."

"Fuck what happened with me yesterday!" I was seething as I plopped the bag of food on her table. "Lucius said that he wouldn't match you two if I signed the contract, and I did. He must have lied to me."

"Wait, what are you talking about?"

I winced as I realized that I had omitted the fact that he had threatened me with matching her and Draco. As I pulled out cartons of food, I recanted that piece of information to her, and her eyes widened.

"Lucius Malfoy actually said that Draco had been pining for me?"

I had to be misreading her tone, because I thought she sounded… excited.

"Hermione…" I said as I twirled my fork around in my Pad Thai, the noodles twisting through the tines. "Do you have a crush on Draco?"

Hermione's face went beet red.

"Oh my god." I squealed, pointing a finger at her. "You do! How long have you liked him?"

Since fifth year apparently. We segued into my argument with Artemis as we ate and then bounced back to Hermione's situation. She was very conflicted, and I didn't blame her. How was she supposed to choose between a man that she knew loved her and another that was her bully all through school? Although, in my limited interaction with Draco, he'd been very nice. But Lucius? As soon as I got back to the Manor, we were going to have a very interesting conversation.

I Apparated into the foyer of the Manor and stomped down the hallway to the study, slamming open the door.

"Lucius Abraxas Malfoy, I am going to set you on fire, you lying –" I stuttered to a stop as I realized that Lucius and Professor Snape were sitting in the armchairs in front of the fire. They both looked over at me and every thought I had ever had emptied out of my head.

"Please continue, Olivia." Lucius said lightly as he cocked his head to the side.

My eyes bounced between the men a few times and I tried to form words, but I couldn't think of anything to say. Had Lucius told him everything? Or maybe he hadn't said anything at all. I blushed as I realized how conceited my thought process had been. As if Lucius and his friend had nothing else to talk about but me?

"I don't think I've ever seen Miss Campbell speechless, Lucius. You've accomplished in a week what her classmates tried to for years. She lost quite a few points for them." Professor Snape took a sip from his glass, his dark eyes on me.

Oh my god, I forgot he was a Legilimens. My eyes widened as I panicked, and I swore I saw the corners of his lips turn up. I turned around quickly and almost made it back to the door when I heard, "Olivia, stop."

I wanted so badly to ignore him, but I paused, one hand on the door. In what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a few seconds, I argued with myself, torn between actually wanting to obey him and being so obnoxiously embarrassed that I thought I'd sink into the floor. I inhaled deeply through my nose and turned around, and then started mentally listing potions ingredients.

Abraxan hair, aconite, acromantula venom

"Would you like to tell me why you wanted to set me on fire?" Lucius was smirking, and I wanted to wipe it off of his face. Professor Snape cleared his throat and I gritted my teeth.

Adder's fork, African red pepper, African sea salt

"It's fine. We can talk about it later." I said quickly.

"Olivia." Lucius purred, and my stomach dropped at the look on his face. "Tell me the first rule."

I was going to die. Professor Snape shifted in the armchair and settled his ankle on his knee, eyes never leaving me. I wanted to flip them both off, kick them, throw an ink well at their heads… kiss them, beg them to –

"Olivia." Lucius' voice pulled me out of my thoughts and I blushed even harder, realizing I was breathing a little heavily.

"Communication." I snapped, forcing my eyes away from the Professor to look at Lucius.

I heard a snort from Professor Snape and just barely resisted the urge to flip him off.

Lucius quirked an eyebrow at me. "Tone, Olivia. Now tell me what has upset you."

"You matched Draco with Hermione after I signed the contract. You lied! You said that if I signed it, you wouldn't match them." I walked toward him, gaining steam as my anger overtook my embarrassment. "You're a lying, manipulative, scheming, conniving - "

"Of course the Ravenclaw is a human Thesaurus." The quip came from the professor and I couldn't help it; I flipped him off.

"Are you quite finished with your temper tantrum?" Lucius said loudly enough to speak over us both, but he had a smile on his face. "Because I did not manipulate the matching process for Draco. They matched one another naturally."

I stopped in front of him and glared. "And I'm supposed to believe that?"

"You did what I wanted, Olivia. What would I gain from matching Miss Granger and Draco? I told you I would never punish you without reason, and I have had no reason to punish you."

Why did he have to say that in front of Professor Snape? I glanced over at him and he didn't look surprised, which made me wonder just how much Lucius told his friend.

"There is very little Lucius does not tell me. And you could do with a few Occlumency lessons… kitten."

"Oh my god." I was going to melt into the floor in embarrassment. I turned and fled, making it halfway down the hall before an arm wrapped around my shoulders and another wrapped around my waist, pulling me back against a chest. I inhaled sharply and immediately recognized Lucius' cologne.

"Olivia…" he murmured in my ear, and I sunk my elbow into his stomach. He let out a huff and laughed.

"What is wrong with you?!" I yelled as I struggled against his hold.

"Are you wet?"

I stopped struggling and my mouth dropped open. "What? What? You just humiliated me in front of Professor Snape and you want to know if –" I gasped as he shoved his fingers into my jeans and knickers and cupped me, sliding his fingers up my slit to circle my clit before removing them and holding them in front of my face.

"You are soaking wet, kitten. I'd say you enjoyed yourself." My nipples hardened at the sight of my arousal on his fingers. "We'll discuss this later. You were very rude to me and my friend." I watched as his fingers came up to my mouth and I parted my lips, letting out a soft moan around his fingers as I licked them clean. "We are going to have to work on your temper, and your attitude. Maybe next time I'll put you on your knees until you apologize."

Oh god, the thought of that made me squeeze my thighs together. His fingers left my mouth and I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart.

"If you apologize now, I will not punish you." Lucius said as he released me, but he didn't step away.

I shifted on my feet, debating for a moment before walking away. I started to climb the stairs and looked down to see Lucius watching me with a smirk, and I flipped him off. His laughter followed me up the stairs and I started to regret my decision as every step felt like I was walking to the gallows.

I slept like shit, mostly because I had knowingly broken rules four and five by not telling Lucius goodnight and sleeping in my bed. I kept expecting him to come into the room and drag me out and spank me. I also didn't sleep well because I was horny as hell and I wanted to touch myself, but I at least had enough self-preservation to not break that rule as well. I gave up trying to sleep around six and bounced between reading and attempting to start my personal essay for admissions but I couldn't focus. I was feeling a little guilty for breaking the rules, especially if Lucius was telling the truth about not actually manipulating Hermione's match results, but I was so stubborn and angry that I couldn't imagine apologizing last night… or this morning.

I showered and made my way downstairs for breakfast and found Draco alone at the table, and my heart sank.

"Did Lucius manipulate the match results so that you and Hermione were paired together?" I asked as I sat down in the chair across from him.

"Morning to you too." Draco said around a mouthful of eggs. He swallowed. "You just missed him; he said he had a bunch of stuff to do and to tell you that you two would talk when he got home tonight." Draco grinned at me over his glass of pumpkin juice. "Someone's in trouble."

I felt my face heat. "Why would you say that?"

"I know my father." He shrugged. "Back to your first question – he didn't. Granger and I matched on our own. We're a perfect match."

"What is it with men and harboring secret love?" I mumbled as I made myself a cup of coffee.

"Speaking of secret love, I heard you broke Wright's nose. Congratulations."

I rolled my eyes and made a plate and we lapsed into silence as we ate. It would be just like Lucius to make me sit around and wait for him to get back and dole out my punishment. And his tactic was working.

"Do you know what Hermione is going to do?"

"She was still undecided when I left last night." I shrugged. "I told her I'd let her know if I learned anything that would help her make her decision."

"You have to tell her that my father didn't manipulate the match. She needs to know it was just us." Draco said anxiously. "Please."

"I plan to, for her sake."

He visibly relaxed and I felt a little better knowing that at least I'd helped alleviate someone's stress. After breakfast I sent an owl to Hermione at the Ministry and wandered the house for a little while before eating lunch. I whiled away the afternoon and read a little before dinner, which I also ate alone, and I was equal parts pissed and turned on when Lucius finally walked through the door of the sitting room outside of our bedrooms. I narrowed my eyes at him as he walked past me and said, "Good evening, Olivia." He disappeared into his bedroom but left the door open, and I threw my book onto the sofa and followed him in.

"That's all you have to say?" I asked. He was standing in the doorway of his closet taking his tie off and removing his suit jacket.

"Do you recall your safe word?"

I swallowed hard. "Yes."

"Undress and kneel on the rug by the armchair." His voice was calm and steady as he placed the jacket on a hanger and put it in the closet, and then his hands started unbuttoning his shirt.

"What? No. We're going to talk about this." My voice was shaky, but as my nipples hardened, I realized that it was in anticipation, not fear.

"Olivia." Lucius turned and looked at me, his shirt hanging open, the back of it still tucked into his trousers and belt. "Take off your clothes and kneel on the rug by the armchair. Do not make me say it again."

I cleared my throat as my face burned, but I pulled my shirt off and threw it to the floor, a little more forcefully than necessary, keeping eye contact with Lucius, and he smiled.

"I see you are going to continue to be a brat." He turned his back on me as he pulled his shirt off and placed it in the dirty clothes basket.

I took off my bra and then shimmied out of my knickers and jeans before lifting my chin and walking over to the armchair, kneeling reluctantly. I kept my thighs together, mostly because it provided more friction – I was aching and wet, and I was sure if I didn't keep squeezing them together, my arousal was going to start dripping onto the rug. I watched as Lucius toed off his shoes and pulled off his socks, and then he stepped into the bathroom, reemerging a moment later with his hair pulled back into a bun. He was only wearing his trousers and belt at this point.

"Hands behind your back."

I complied.

My eyes tracked him as he stepped to the clothes I'd left on the floor and picked up my knickers and put them in his pocket. He then went to his desk and poured a tumbler of whiskey before walking over and standing in front of me, looking down. The look he gave me was appraising, not angry, and I was breathing hard, my chest heaving, as he reached his hand out and cupped my cheek. I didn't flinch – I genuinely was not afraid he would permanently hurt me. I was a little concerned that my stubbornness was going to make this much worse though.

He sighed through his nose and said, "What am I going to do with you?"

"Lucius, listen, I - "

He crouched in front of me, whiskey glass dangling in one hand between his knees, and a finger from his other hand touched my lips and I fell silent. "The time for apologies has passed, Olivia. I gave you that opportunity and you disappointed me."

"I am not apologizing. I -"

He pulled my knickers out of his pocket and stuffed them in my mouth. My exclaim of indignation was muffled and I reached up to pull them out when he barked, "Hands behind your back, Olivia. I am trying to keep you from making this worse for yourself."

I glared at him but pulled my hands behind my back, breathing heavily through my nose. I had been wet all day and I could taste my arousal on the fabric. He tapped his hand on the inside of one of my thighs and said, "Spread your legs, and sit back a bit on your heels." I complied and my eyes followed him as he stood back up and took a sip of his whiskey, staring down at me. I felt a little of wetness slide down my thigh and I had to fight a whimper.

"Should you need to say the safe word, you may take the knickers out. Or snap your fingers. Nod if you understand."

I nodded.

"Last night, you attempted to violate the first rule, and you did violate rules four and five. You were rude to me and Severus, and when I gave you the opportunity to apologize and avoid punishment, you doubled down and flipped me off. Do you disagree?"

Slowly, grudgingly, I shook my head. He was right, no matter how much I loathed to admit it.

"I am going to spank you, and you will count all three. Then you will kneel here, naked and dripping, yes, I see how wet you are, for thirty minutes." He placed his glass on the table in front of the chair and sat down before patting his leg. I inhaled deeply through my nose before crawling onto his lap, ass up. He reached over and pulled my knickers out of my mouth, and I swallowed and tried to re-wet my mouth. I jumped a little when his hand rubbed against my ass, his other arm coming down across my back.

"Ready?"

He didn't give me the opportunity to respond before I felt the first slap against my ass.

"Fuck!" I yelled, trying to pull away. Bare ass hurt much more, and I felt fairly certain that he was spanking with a little more force this time. "One." I gasped out the number belatedly. Another smack and I yelled again before counting the second one. Finally, the third strike came, and I whimpered before saying, "Three."

Lucius' hand rubbed the inflamed flesh gently and said quietly, "Back on your knees, Olivia. Thirty minutes."

With a shaky inhale, I removed myself from his lap and kneeled beside his chair again, hands behind my back, legs spread. I was still achingly wet, my nipples were hard, but I couldn't stop the singular tear that slid down my cheek. I was contrite and I had broken the rules, but I was so torn between being upset at the punishment and being turned on. Lucius reached over and swiped the tear away with his thumb before standing, grabbing his glass of whiskey, and finishing it. He refilled it and sat down in the armchair and started to read. I stared at the clock.

Once the thirty minutes was up, I looked over at him and he immediately pulled me into his arms, cradling me to him as he held me to his bare chest.

"I'm sorry." I whispered, clutching him.

He tucked my head under his chin and sighed. "Apology accepted. We shall work on your temper, though I don't think I can do much with your stubbornness."

I laughed quietly and ran my fingers over his chest. We sat there quietly for a moment before I said quietly, "Did you tell Professor Snape everything?"

"Hmm, did I tell Severus that your pussy drips when you think about us sharing you? Or that you are deliciously submissive, albeit only when you want to be? We discussed it. And he's seen it in your mind."

I shifted in his lap, noticing that he was hard against my ass. "Am I in too much trouble to be fucked?"

"You are a desperate little slut, you know that, kitten? You were just angry with me for telling Severus about you, and for humiliating you last night, and I just spanked you and made you kneel beside my chair, and you want me to fuck you?" Lucius growled in my ear, his hand working its way between my thighs.

"I think I'm always going to want you to fuck me, Lucius. And… and I… liked it." I said the last part quietly.

Lucius hummed as he stood up and carried me toward the bed, setting my feet on the floor before bending me forward, face down on the bed.

"What did you like, kitten?"

Lucius' hand gathered my hair in his hand and pulled my head back, his other hand trailing down my back.

"You and Professor Snape talking about me." I gasped, grinding back into him. He was still wearing pants and I didn't want anything between my skin and his. "Me kneeling at your feet."

"You like being reminded that you are my dirty little whore, and you'll do whatever I ask you to as long as it pleases me, hm? I think you know your place is on your knees for me." A pause, and then, "Or Severus."

I heard the clink of his belt and then a sharp tug on my hair as he slid his cock against my pussy and then he snapped his hips forward roughly, filling me completely.

"So fucking wet." Lucius punctuated each word with a thrust. He set a brutal pace, and I got the feeling that I was just there for him to work out some of his frustration with me, and it made me squeeze around his cock. Lucius pulled me back to him by my hair, making me gasp as my back hit his sweaty chest, and his other hand settled around my throat.

"Tell me what you were just thinking."

He squeezed a little and I moaned, clenching around him again.

"It seems like you're working out some frustration on me." I leaned my head back and grinned up at him.

"I am, kitten. You are infuriating, and addicting." He pounded into me as he let my hair go and palmed my breast, kneading it before pinching my nipple. I hissed out a breath. "All I thought about today was coming home and getting the punishment over with so I could fuck you. I've been hard all day, and then I had to force myself to keep from touching you while you were on your knees by my chair."

He grip tightened on my throat, restricting the blood flow, and I started to feel light headed. He kissed me hard, his hand moving to my other breast to tweak my nipple before reaching down to circle my clit.

"Now you're going to cum for me while I choke you, because you're a filthy little whore for me to use."

I melted. The lightheadedness only made me feel everything more, and as my vision started to darken, Lucius pulled his hand back and smacked my clit. I jerked and he let go of my neck. I inhaled deeply and then he did it again, thrusting harder, and I came with a cry, clenching around him. Lucius shoved me face down on the bed as I rode out my orgasm, his hand in between my shoulder blades, holding me down as he pounded into me.

"Oh gods, Lucius!" I moaned, fisting the comforter, and then he came inside me. He stayed there, breathing heavily as he ran his hand down my back, making me shiver.

"Have you learned your lesson?"

I looked over my shoulder at him and grinned. "Which lesson is that? Follow the rules, I belong on my knees at your feet, or I'm a filthy whore for you to use?"

He winked at me and slapped my ass. I inhaled sharply.

"All of them."

I whined quietly when he pulled out but laid still as he went through his ritual of getting a warm, wet cloth from the bathroom and cleaning me up. I had tried to argue with him about it yesterday morning, but he ignored me. I stood and stretched once he stepped away, and watched as he retrieved my underwear and brought them to me. I moved to take them, but he knelt down on one knee in front of me and tapped my foot as he held them out for me to step in. My face burned. He continued to surprise me. Lucius Malfoy was kneeling in front of me in nothing but boxer briefs. I placed my hand on his shoulder and stepped into them as he pulled them up, settling his hands on the back of my thighs, looking up at me.

"Are you alright? No boundaries crossed?"

"Mmnm." I shook my head as I pulled the hair tie out of his hair and ran my fingers through it.

"Words, kitten."

I rolled my eyes. "I'm fine." I leaned down and kissed him. "Though it would be nice to know where exactly I stand with Professor Snape."

Lucius chuckled as he stood and summoned a nightie for me, red tonight, and handed it to me. "Where Severus is concerned, I do believe he'd prefer you on your knees or back rather than standing."

I slapped his stomach lightly and wrapped his arms around me, kissing my neck as I threw my arms around his neck. He lifted me up and set me on the bed, settling between my knees, his hands on my thighs again. I was starting to think that Lucius Malfoy was a thigh man.

"We've discussed you, but you have no obligation to do anything with us both."

"And…" I cleared my throat. "And you two just sit around and talk about… me? And how do you have so much time to chat?"

"Severus isn't chained to Hogwarts, Olivia. They do allow professors to leave." Lucius squeezed my thigh. "Do you like the idea of two powerful wizards drinking whiskey and discussing your pussy?"

"Yes sir." I breathed, and I meant it.

"Severus will be here Saturday evening for dinner. He and I thought you might like to discuss some options for your entrance potion." Lucius leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "How wet do you think you'll be by the time the night's over?"

I met Hermione for lunch on Friday and was only marginally surprised when she informed me that she had chosen Draco Malfoy over Ron. My eyes had immediately went to her left hand, but there was no ring there.

"I'm not going to wear it until the contract is signed." Hermione said, but she pulled it out of her pocket and showed me. Hers was a round cut diamond inlaid with smaller ones and was gorgeous.

"You know, Draco said that Mister Malfoy is the reason the Prophet hasn't announced that we've been matched. Apparently he's giving us as much time as he can to prepare everything before it becomes public."

I raised my eyebrows in shock. "That's… kind of him. It would be nice if he'd keep me out of the paper. I still have to meet with Rita Skeeter this afternoon."

Lucius had spent the morning going over possible questions and what I should say, and I was still grumpy about it.

"Draco said that it won't last after this, but we were hoping to have the contract signed and the date set before it hits the newspaper."

"Hmm, Draco says, huh? What does Draco say about the contract? Controlling your clothes, no bank account, kids names?"

Hermione avoided my gaze, and I narrowed my eyes. "Don't tell me that shit isn't in your contract?"

"It was, but he negotiated a little more than Lucius did." Hermione said with a grimace. "Sorry Ollie. I'm still going to be living at the Manor, though."

I sighed and shrugged. "I'm over it. I think."

"He's treating you okay, right?" She gasped. "Oh my god, I almost forgot! Apparently after Monday, Artemis hadn't been back to the office, but when he showed up this morning, his face was black and blue and his arm was broken!"

My mouth dropped open. "What? What happened? Why would he come to work like that? A healer could fix that in a second."

Hermione shrugged. "No one knows; he isn't talking." She swirled her glass of pumpkin juice. "The rumor is that Lucius retaliated for him calling you names."

"Lucius got into a fist fight to defend my honor?" I scoffed, but I remembered the look on his face when he saw my bruise and then his creation of rule six. "That still doesn't explain why he didn't have a healer take care of it."

"Well if it was Lucius, he could probably make sure that Artemis wouldn't find a healer that would help him…"

We mulled over that before finishing lunch and saying goodbye. I killed a little time in Flourish & Blotts and tried to find a few options to take with me on my honeymoon, but I didn't find anything that peaked my interest. Lucius and I were almost done with A Game of Thrones and I should step out into Muggle London to pick up the next one, but I was out of Muggle money, and I didn't know if I could go into Gringotts and withdraw anything. I mentally added that to my list of things to ask Lucius about.