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Hermione tried to focus on the slight ache in her jaw and the rug burn on her knees as she walked through the main hall to the great hall. She tried not to think about the way her thighs rubbed together with each step, creating slight friction at the apex of her legs that intensified her arousal. Breathing in through her nose and out through her mouth, she counted her steps as the delicate slippers on her feet made soft taps against the cold stone floor.
She rubbed her thumb against the smooth black stone clenched in her right fist as the great hall loomed before her. Taking a deep breath, she stepped inside and approached a white marble pedestal with two crystal vases balanced on top.
The black stone made a gentle tink as it joined the other 98 black stones in the vase. She glanced longingly at the other vase on the stand. Unlike its neighbor, it contained only a few white stones. Soon, she would be adding another white stone to that vase. She trembled slightly in both anticipation and apprehension.
A tug on her magic pulled her out of her thoughts and her feet moved, taking her quickly up the staircase to the south wing. She hadn’t yet earned the right to apparate inside the Manor. Her hand reached up and toyed with the gold collar at her neck. Perhaps one day.
The door to the master bedroom opened silently, but Lucius still turned his head toward her as she padded into the room toward him. She took in his form as he sat in front of the fireplace. His broad shoulders filled out his white linen shirt and his Azakaban tattoo stood out in stark contrast against the skin on his neck. She’d managed to push aside her arousal during her walk, but one look at him and it came raging to the forefront. He glanced up at her, then turned back to his book, motioning to the space next to him dismissively.
She sank her knees into the plush carpet beneath her as she took her place on the floor next to his chair. Just as she resigned herself to spending another boring evening staring at nothing, Lucius' hand came to rest atop her head, pulling it toward him slightly. She’d only been with him for a month, but she’d been incentivized to learn his moods quickly. If she didn't do as he pleased, he would simply make her. Shifting weight on her knees, she moved closer to Lucius’ legs and rested her head on his thigh.
His hand stroked her cheek then moved to her hair, absentmindedly petting her head and twisting her curls this way and that. She could feel his muscles move beneath her head and she inhaled his scent with each breath. Every time he touched her, sparks ran across her skin, sending her heart skittering through her chest.
She tried to enjoy the moment for what it was and keep her desperation at bay. She remembered his voice in her ear the first time he’d taken her, "Remember my pleasure is your priority. Don’t want more, be content with what I give you.” She closed her eyes and let herself experience the moment.
The electricity from Lucius’ touch blended into the tension simmering in her belly, and she floated for a long while. Just as she started to drift off to sleep, Lucius shifted beneath her.
“Up up, little pet. It’s time for bed.”
Hermione looked up at him, bleary eyed and yawned, throwing her hands up at the last moment to cover her mouth. Lucius chuckled and patted her head indulgently, then stood slowly, giving her time to move away from him. She stood as well, knees stiff from kneeling for so long. She took a tentative step, but swayed slightly as the muscles in her legs tingled from disuse. Lucius caught her by the waist and swung her up into his arms, pressing her into his chest as he carried her to bed.
Lucius sat her on the bed and pulled her dress over her head, replacing it with silk fabric that hardly qualified as a nightgown. Her nipples pebbled against the cool material and she shivered as he gently pinched one between his thumb and forefinger. She looked up at him, wondering if he wanted more, but he let go and nudged her over so he could get under the duvet next to her.
He pressed up behind her, nuzzling into her neck and grasping her left breast with one hand. She held still as she both dreaded and hoped for what might come next, but Lucius merely held her as he drifted to sleep. She tried desperately to return to the place of contentment she’d found earlier, but instead all she could think of was the burning need that filled her core.
Touching herself was out of the question. Not only was it forbidden, but it also wouldn’t get her anywhere. Somehow the magic he’d used to tie them together prohibited her from orgasming without his explicit permission. She rubbed her legs together in vain, and tried again to sleep.
***
She woke early as usual and tiptoed to the washroom to freshen up. When she returned to the bedroom, grey sunlight was just starting to peak through the curtains, illuminating Lucius’ sleeping form. She stood for a moment and took him in. The blankets had shifted during the night, and his naked torso was on display. The need that had hounded her the night before was back with a vengeance, and she admired the muscles in his chest and arms.
Licking her lips she climbed under the covers and got to work. The bedding was stifling and it was difficult to breathe, but she had no choice in the matter. This was her job now. She crawled up his body and slowly lowered her mouth on his considerable manhood. For a while she merely held it on her tongue as he shifted slightly above her, then she gently suckled.
Her core clenched down on nothing as his distinct musk filled her head and she focused on nothing but the small movements and noises he made as he hardened inside her mouth. Even flaccid he barely fit, so she stretched her lips around him and brought her hands up to cup his balls every so slightly like he’d taught her.
He stirred and began thrusting up into her mouth and she gagged slightly. She tried to remember his words the first time he’d talked her through this, telling her what he liked and what was expected. Tears poured from the corner of her eyes and she focused on timing her breaths with his thrusts. His hands found her curls and held her head in place as he fucked into her. She tried to find pleasure in his pleasure. Each grunt he made was a reminder that she was doing well and the magic between them sang.
Cold air hit her as he pushed the blankets down and the hand in her hair pulled her off him. She met his eyes and reveled in the fact that his face was flushed and he was breathing hard.
“Look at you, dear. Ruined by me and desperate for more,” He reached up and wiped a tear from her cheek with his thumb, then licked the tip of his thumb as if savoring the salt.
Hermione whimpered at the sight. The magic between them pulled tight, and her body was no longer her own. She watched herself climb on top of him and hover just over his groin. His hands went to her waist, and he slammed into her, sheathing himself in one smooth motion. Her back arched and a long moan escaped from her as she tried to adjust to his size.
Her body moved again, moving her up and down on his length. The muscles in her thighs burned, but she had no control over herself, she could only do as he pleased. His fingers dug into the flesh on her hips and she put her hands on his chest to brace herself.
The pressure in her core grew and all she wanted to do was grind down on him to find release, but he had other plans. He pushed her off him and suddenly she was on her back with him between her legs.
“What do you want, little one?” He growled as he pressed up against her. She bucked her hips, trying to get him inside her, but he continued to tease, running himself up and down the length of her folds.
“I want to please you, Sir.” Hermione gasped as she tried to hold herself still.
“Do you truly?” He asked, pressing against her clit and arching an eyebrow as she cried out.
“Yes, please, please, please,” She started chanting, desperate for him even if she knew she wouldn’t find any relief yet.
“I love it when you beg,” Lucius pushed in, filling her to the brim.
Her hands went up to her mouth as she tried to keep herself from yelling in ecstasy. She moved her hips up meeting him as he drove into her.
“I’m going to fill you over and over, until you’re overflowing with me. I’ll make you fat with my children and you’re going to beg for it.” Lucius growled as he plowed into her. One hand came up to pinch her nipple and the other snaked into her hair, pulling her head back as her body shook with pleasure.
“Beg me to come.”
Hermione knew she wasn’t going to be allowed, but a small glimmer of hope still welled inside her, “Please, may I come, Sir? Please!”
She wailed, begging over and over as he twisted and pinched her nipples in time with his thrusts.
“What are the rules, pet?”
Hermione’s mind was a haze of lust and she could barely formulate thoughts let alone words. Struggling to speak between gasps and moans, she bit out, “Your pleasure is worth ten times mine. I’m only allowed to come once you’ve been satisfied ten times.”
“Who does your pleasure belong to?”
“You!” she cried, tears leaking out of the corner of her eyes as he shook her body with his.
“Watch what you do to me!” Lucius commanded and her eyes locked with his as he continued to ram into her. She clenched down, trying to pulse her muscles around him and increase his pleasure as her own stayed just out of reach.
“Good girl” he growled. His thrusts became erratic and she felt him swell inside her as he reached his peak. He came with a shout, grey eyes pinning her to the bed as he spilled into her. His alabaster body was covered in a sheen of sweat and his chest heaved from exertion.
Her body trembled with need, but she stayed quiet. This was what he wanted, and she wasn’t allowed to complain. He stayed inside her, and she continued to pulse around him. He moaned and kissed her forehead.
“Good girl,” he said again, and in the moment, his praise felt almost as good as if she’d been allowed to orgasm. Almost.
After some time, he pulled out of her. She felt his spend leaking out as he rolled away from her and stretched. She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and knelt on the carpet, hand outstretched, waiting.
“Oh yes, can’t forget,” Lucius sauntered over to her.
“How many times have I spilled into you, pet?”
Hermione grit her teeth as she responded, “This makes one hundred times, Sir.”
“Hmmm. That sounds about right. But I suppose you would know.” He chuckled as he placed a smooth black stone in her hand.
“Thank you, Sir.” She said as she stood, putting on her dressing gown. Just before she left the room she turned back toward him.
“You know I hate you, right?” She asked.
“Of course you do, Darling. That’s what makes this so fun,” Lucius winked as she turned and began her trek downstairs to the two vases, black stone clenched in her fist.
Next time she made this walk she hoped she would be holding a white stone.