A/N: This chapter is rated a strong M. I don't know how I feel about it, but it's out there, so love it or leave it. Picking right up from where we left off. Thanks for all the reviews guys, they helped get this out faster than anticipated, so keep it up!
Lacey tried her best not to succumb immediately to Lucius' touches, but his threat that she would end up fucking him, whispered so close to her ear that it made the small baby hairs on her neck stand on end, was really testing her limits. She matched his kisses with equal intensity, but there was something about the way his mouth moved against hers that was sinful. She had never met a man who knew how to kiss that well. His right hand was kneading her hip, with enough force that she could feel it under the thick corset and boning, and she knew it would leave a hand-shaped bruise in the morning, if not sooner. And yet again, such a fact caused her to shiver pleasantly. When his grip on her hair tightened and it seemed as if he was trying to lead her away from the wall, Lacey wrenched herself away from him, causing her scalp to scream at her and her body to protest at the sudden lack of touch.
"What are you doing?" Lucius asked lowly, nearly growling as he matched her step for step when she backed away from him.
"We need to stop, no, I need to stop…" she was half talking to him and half herself as her hand met the knob of the doorway and tried to turn it.
But his hand was on her wrist before it could swing open, his ice blue eyes trying to silently convince her that it was worth staying. Lacey hardly needed convincing, though.
"Why are you so eager to leave? After all, you were the one that started it. You can't just dangle your body in front of me and not expect for me to want it," he leaned over and whispered into the shell of her ear and she let herself close her eyes, enjoying his voice which radiated pure, raw masculinity.
"Are you afraid of me Lacey? Are you afraid of this?" he backed away, arching an eyebrow curiously, slightly less intently, but his grip was still secure around her wrist. Lacey swallowed back a swell of emotion. She didn't want to do this for the wrong reasons and yet she had to if she wanted to come out of this unscathed. Narcissa had promised it would never get this far. It was supposed to be so easy and uncomplicated.
Summoning all of the courage in her body, Lacey looked Lucius straight in the eye and admitted, "I am so fucking scared of you."
And then she let herself go.
She pressed her lips hard against his mouth and he welcomed her back greedily, wrapping one arm around her and the other slackened its grip on her wrist and she reached up to run a hand through his blonde hair. Lacey grabbed a fistful of it and pulled hard, eliciting a grunt from him that helped to further soak her panties.
Lucius froze when he realized what had happened, only for a split second, but he was shocked. Never in any of his sexual experiences, with any of his mistresses or Narcissa had they ever dared to touch him in such a way or attempt to be rough with him. And although he had to admit, if nothing else by the sound he involuntarily made, that he liked her feistiness, he needed to be in control. Lucius didn't know what a life since the war without control meant. He had been too vulnerable far too many times with Lord Voldemort, and he vowed to never let anything or anyone have a hold on him like that again. Pansy Parkinson had almost succeeded, but he soon left her for his own sanity, and for the sake of his broken household. He would be damned if he let it happen again.
"Impertinent, little slut…" Lucius hissed and Lacey didn't stop, she just kept fighting for control with her kisses down his neck and her hand cupping and squeezing his erection over the fabric of his trousers. The pair stumbled over to the bed and although she fought valiantly against him, which only proved to make his erection strain against her touch more, he was able to grasp both of her wrists and tug her arms over her head as he pushed her down on the bed. Lucius could see it in her eyes that she hated being out of control, and smirked at her, which only caused her to squirm underneath his body in the most delicious way.
"If I let go of your wrists, will you promise to be a good girl and not move?" he asked.
"For the last bloody time, I am not a girl and I certainly won't be a good anything Lucius," Lacey answered breathily and he immediately noticed the change in her when the sentence was out of her pink, swollen lips. She had stopped struggling underneath him. He cheeks were flushed a beautiful rose color and her voice was sexy, with only a hint of the sass that had been apparent a few minutes ago. Her breasts heaved under the confines of her corset and he gently moved her so that she was fully on the bed, letting go of her so that he could climb on top of her and straddle her body.
Although he wanted to see her out of her lingerie and finally lay eyes on the creamy, lithe body that had haunted him since he had first seen her at the ball, he decided to first undress himself. Lucius twitched his neck so that his blonde hair fell back over his shoulders and took his hands to his dress shirt. Skipping deftly over the first two undone buttons, he popped the rest open between tortuous intervals until Lacey could see all of his chest and stomach. It was perfectly muscular but not too defined, and she ungracefully let her mouth drop open a little bit at the realization that his body was turning her on even more, and that he looked damn good for a 51 year old man. Lacey knew at that moment, although she suspected she knew well before, but now it was tangible that she was in deep shite.
"I get that a lot, actually," Lucius smirked infuriatingly at Lacey's slightly agape mouth.
"Fucking bastard!"
"What did I tell you about that foul mouth of yours?" he asked, shrugging off the shirt fully and throwing it casually to the floor. Lacey was about to smart-off with a retort but her eyes found the Dark Mark on his forearm and she became quiet. It brought her back to the reality of the situation. She had completely forgotten in the midst of being teased and tortured by this handsome man that he was actually a horrible one. Yet as her eyes darted from his tattoo to his face, her body continued to betray her. Her panties were uncomfortable from being so wet and her nipples were sore from being so hard and rubbing against the tight corset. Something had to give, and although she knew she would have a stern talking to with herself in the morning, she gave him a smile and asked, "Are you going to fuck me or are you just going to stare at me Lucius?"
"And that is precisely why I like that dirty, little mouth," Lucius murmured before reaching for the corset right where her cleavage pushed together enticingly and with some force and another grunt, he managed to tear the black fabric in half, so it parted into two frayed pieces and left a river of her pale skin between. He snaked a hand gently up her stomach, flattening his palm over her belly button and continuing to pull the material away from her body to that he could cup her large breasts in each hand. He squeezed them lightly, watching the way her two little pink nipples poked out rebelliously between his fingers before weighing them possessively, watching them rise and fall with her now rapid breathing as she tensed herself for him to do more. Her blue eyes watched his every move intently and he was glad for it, taking his time with the touches and enjoying her soft moans when he moved away from her breasts, brushed a few fingers against the sensitive skin right above her lacy panties and then moved his hands back to himself.
As Lucius removed his pants, making the act look graceful despite the awkward positioning, and she finally saw him in just black boxer briefs, Lacey propped herself up on her elbows. When he made no move to pull down the briefs, she reached out to the waistband and he slapped her hand away.
"Curious because you've never seen one before?" Lucius asked, with his perfected, patronizing tone.
"Shut the fuck up," Lacey rolled her eyes and tried again but was met with a hard slap of his hand on her right breast, causing the pale flesh to instantly redden and her breast to jiggle. She couldn't help but enjoy her body's unexpected reaction as her back slightly arched, tearing her away from the bed for a moment, before she fell back.
"Speak to me like that again and it will be worse," he threatened as Lacey stared defiantly back up at him.
"Prick," she broke into a wide smile, with zero maliciousness behind it and a small giggle. Although a small part of Lucius found her beaming face and how she cutely bit her lip to keep from laughing sweet, he roughly hit her other breast before quickly moving both of his hands to her hips and turning her over. His hands reached under the front of her thighs and pulled, bringing the lower half of her body onto her knees while her breasts were still pressed against the sheets. Lucius brushed her long curtain of messy brown hair off of her neck and with one finger traced her spine all the way down her back, hooking it under the lace of her panties when he met them, and tugged them down until they were taut between her knees.
When he moved over her and placed a hand on each of her wrists, spreading her arms out above her head, she clutched the bedding in between her fingers and whimpered when he pressed the bulge in his briefs against the cleft of her arse. His hair tickled her back and neck as he covered her body with his, grinding harder against her.
"You look so good like that," he whispered into her ear and she made a nearly incoherent sound before pressing her body back against his erection.
Although Lucius desperately wanted to savor this moment, his control on his body and emotions was nearly gone. He left his right hand on top of hers, holding her down on the bed, and quickly took himself out of his briefs, sheathing himself inside of her without warning. He didn't even give her a moment to adjust to his size and coarsely pulled out of her and thrust into her again, bringing his free hand to play with her pussy lips, tweaking her engorged clit every time he left her body so that she was never without sensation. Lacy writhed gauchely against the bed, and with every push of his hard cock into her wet sex, she moaned his name a little louder and little less understandably, until the only distinguishing marking of her cries for him was the 'L' rolling off of her lips. Everything else turned to panting. He stretched her insides and reached two wet fingers, doused in her juices, up to her nipples to pinch so hard she screamed into the mattress. Lucius was unrelenting as he pounded into her over and over again. He watched her white-knuckle the blankets, close her eyes, and beg him for more wordlessly as he felt the tell-tale deluge of wetness against him as he pussy clenched tightly around him. With a low moan, he thrust into her harder, reaching for her hair and gathering it into a makeshift ponytail to tug onto; he pulled and grunted his way to climax, forcing the fingers of his other hand into her mouth so she could taste herself, and then immediately collapsing on top of her when he was finished.
They lay breathless for a moment before Lucius rolled off of her, kissed the back of her head, and swung his legs of the bed. Lacey heard both of his feet hit the ground and pad somewhere else in the room. She closed her eyes, tried to ignore how good the sheets smelled from their coupling, and didn't let herself think of anything besides the present moment. She knew there would be more than enough time for that later.
The familiar sound of a cigarette being lit comforted her, and her breathing finally slowed against the sheets. She almost drifted off when the bed indented besides her.
"Lacey?" his voice was slightly different than usual and she rolled over, looking up at him between strands of her hair. He lowered the cigarette down from his lips, offering it to her, but she denied it. Somehow, she felt that smoking in that bed with him would be much too intimate, even though he body craved it. She and Oliver had always done it.
Every once in a while she would glance up at him between bouts of closing her eyes, lying sleepily at his side, naked and curled up. He didn't touch her and didn't look at her, just finished his cigarette as his cold blue eyes focused on some unknown object in the room before putting it out and lying down next to her. One touch of his palm on her shoulder was all he gave her before rolling over to face away from her.
A few hours later, Lacey woke and was thankful that it was still the middle of the night. She checked to see just how asleep Lucius was, and upon finding the Adonis of a man with his mane of blond hair resting perfectly against his cheek snoring lightly, she crept out of bed.
In the darkness she managed to put on her dress, found the scraps of the corset and her wand, shrunk the former with the latter and stuffed it into her purse, and grabbed her heels. Before she snuck out of the room, she took her panties from the bed and gently pressed them into Lucius's half-open palm. She froze when his hand closed around the lace scrap, but his steady breathing didn't break. With the rest of her belongings, she slipped out of the room, closing the door softly behind her.
She walked quickly and quietly down the hallway, desperate to get out of the Manor without any interruptions, when she saw a figure coming down the hallway opposite her. Lacey stopped dead in the middle of the hallway, clutching her heels to her chest, knowing that she didn't have time for a disillusionment charm and even if she did, she would drop her heels reaching for her wand in her purse.
"Astoria?"
It was a male voice, and it sounded angry, but only slightly like Lucius'. Lacey didn't know what to say, but he was upon her in seconds. Both of their eyes adjusted in the dark hallway, lit only by a few sconces every so often, and Draco Malfoy breathed a sigh of relief.
"Oh Merlin, sorry, thought you were someone else," he said, running his hand through his short, platinum hair.
"It's alright, I thought you were someone else for a moment…" Lacey admitted, and indeed she had before he had spoken and she realized it was a man's voice. She dreaded the thought of running into Narcissa post-shag.
"My mother, I'm sure," Draco tried to make the tense situation less awkward, but they were both too busy basking in their relief to really care, "Can I help you out?"
"Please," Lacey sighed and he led the way until she found herself once again on the ornate staircase, heading towards the double doors. The entire time she was avoiding his eyes. She didn't want him to remember her as anything more than another one of his father's mistresses, but Draco had other things in mind. When they reached the door, he touched her hand lightly and stopped her from going.
"You are sleeping with my father," he said. It was a statement, not a question, not that it could be. The evidence was all there. Lacey nodded, "Does he know you are running away in the middle of the night?"
"No."
"He won't like that."
"I don't care," Lacey crossed her arms, "Who is Astoria?"
Draco visibly stiffened, "My fiancée."
"Oh."
"Exactly," his voice was slightly bitter, slightly jealous, and altogether concerned. If she was being honest with herself, Lacey was starting to become annoyed with the Malfoy emotional whiplash.
"So she's sleeping with him too?" her voice betrayed her real feelings. She had spoken before she could get a grip on herself and her voice sounded just as jealous, if not more so.
"I don't know. I don't…fuck, why am I even telling you this…go on, get out," Draco was right back into embodying the entitled brat he had always been at Hogwarts and without a backwards glance, Lacey was out the door, running as fast as he bare feet would take her to the edge of the gate, and then she apparated home.
A/N: What did you think of the sex? And Lacey running into Draco? And okay, I know I promised there would be some Remus/Cissa etc, but since I have mapped out more of the story, the next chapter will be more centered on them. Hope you enjoyed!
