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Assistant: Title: Master Mine Book 1: A Lesson in Submission
        Author: LissaDream LissaDream 
        Chapter: 17/31 
        Summary: Hermione accidently witnesses something and her life changes forever. Canon compliant to book 6 - then STRONG AU. Dominance/submission. SS-HG; LM-HG; DM-HG; some HG-CW; light HG-OC. Other OC's moderately involved as friends. COMPLETE. Book 1/3. Written by: LissaDream and Snowblind 12~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~In the almost nine years since the end of the second wizarding war, Hermione Granger has grown into a powerful and an amazing witch. She has it all: a great job, wonderful friends, one could even say the perfect life. But is it so perfect? Not really. She has struggled in her love life for many years and is tired of constantly failing. Like all her friends have done, she wants to settle down and raise a family. She's ready for "that next stage in life."A chance encounter introduces Hermione to something she never knew was missing. Following her gut, she does what she does best – researches. Finding a darker urge within, she realizes that chance encounter could be the key to the successful love life she's been dreaming of.Follow our heroine as she discovers the world of Dominance and submission and the men who help her find herself – and love – along the way.
        Contents: Chapter 17: Chapter Seventeen
    

    


  

  
  
    
     Chapter Seventeen   She was grinning at him, her eyes sparkling like chocolate diamonds. “Do you like it, Master?” she teased. Of course she was teasing, he hadn’t been able to pick his jaw up off the ground yet. He probably looked utterly ridiculous but…well…he was sure there wasn’t a single red-blooded, female-loving man on the planet who wouldn’t have been stunned speechless by the sight of her.Lucius had decided that a Maharaja would most definitely bring his courtesan to a party focused on debauchery and s@x – and Hermione Granger made one hell of a courtesan. Without being asked, she turned herself for inspection and slowly raised her arms above her head while she undulated her hips. Her s@xy little smirk caused him to laugh aloud.“You know just how d@mn gorgeous you look right now, Doll, don’t you.” It was a statement of fact. He had tried to keep his face straight, but her confidence and grin wouldn’t allow it.“Well, I think I only have you to thank for that, Lucius,” she said, not able to stop smiling. “This costume is so sexy!” She twirled again, the skirts of her attire flaring as the slit up to her right hip showed off a slender, shapely leg incased in golden stilettoed heels.“No,” Lucius shook his head and Hermione’s grin turned confused. “It’s the witch that’s sexy – the costume just enhances her perfections.”He couldn’t help the smirking leer that split his face when she ducked her head slightly as a brilliant blush bloomed through her cheeks. “There you go, disarming me again,” she murmured.“I am merely stating the truth, pet,” he said kindly. “Now, come. I wish to make some adjustments to your collar.” She lifted her chin to grant him access to her necklace as she took the remaining steps towards him. He tapped the simple gold collar with his wand, changing it to the elaborate, diamond studded design she would wear at the club. Another tap and the diamonds shimmered and changed into aurora borealis crystals and the metal turned a brighter gold. A final flick of his wand and the branches of crystals grew until the piece covered her collar bones and décolleté.Lucius stepped back. “A quick learning opportunity, Doll,” he told her softly. “Do you know how to position your body for an inspection?”The blush that had stained her cheeks deepened. He smirked as he watched her slowly place her feet hip width apart and raise her hands, so they rested at the nape of her head, elbows pointing out. “Good girl.” He gave her a slow wink as he started to walk around her.The costume had been an excellent choice. It was one piece, the upper portion a haltered body suit that covered her br@@sts and sides and encased her hips, but left her stomach, back, shoulders, and cleavage quite bare. The underlying fabric was a deep, sea green and was heavily beaded in gold and mint stones and sequins. It connected to the skirt and the beading continuing over the hips and b@m before giving way to the same sea green color in a flowy fabric that fluttered to her feet. When she moved, the under skirt showed through in mint. There were golden foil appliques which curled down through skirt as well. Cuffs with matching beading and fringe encircled her wrists, just above her elbows, and the middle of her upper arms.Her hair was pinned up at the nape of her neck in riotous bunches of brunette curls highlighted with touches of honey and gold. Two long, loose curls started just behind her ears and flowed over each shoulder. She wore a beaded, flowered, and feathered headband, giving an almost flapper-girl look to her hairstyle. Her face was done naturally, her true beauty shining through.“Gorgeous, Hermione,” he praised. “You may wait.” He watched approvingly as she dropped her arms to rest at her low back. “Very good.” There were a few moments of silence before he crossed the room to gather her cloak. Returning to her, he helped her slip it on while continuing to talk to her.“A few comments and rules for tonight,” he started. The no-nonsense tone made Hermione’s ears perk up. “First of all – this is a member only gathering. Everyone attending this evening are under full contract with The Dungeon. You do not have to wear a mask unless you wish to.”“I wish to this evening, Master,” Hermione replied contemplatively. “I would hate for my fame to take away from the evening. I worry that if I were to be recognized, we might wind up with more attention then we would care for.”Lucius thought for a moment before nodding. “I wondered if you would prefer a mask.” He reached into a pocket and pulled out a small, tissue wrapped parcel. Hermione took it and found a beautiful, intricately designed golden mask. “The same spells will seal and unseal it.”“Thank you, Master. It’s lovely,” Hermione returned graciously, sealing the mask into place.“It suits you. To continue, it is a more lenient night, being a holiday. People tend to party and slip away to play privately. You and I will be on the main floor the entirety of the night, we will do our own play when we return here tonight.“There will be no big shows; scenes are typically kept to the Dungeon or the Fetish rooms above and below stairs. That doesn’t mean some people won’t play on the main floor. The main floor will be open to all – people who wish to play, and those who are there to celebrate – as will a private party room. The private party room will be something special. I would like us to be there when the New Year countdown begins.” He smirked at her, his head cocked to one side. “You are allowed to speak with Draco, Jonathan, Clarise, Etan, and Rose without my permission,” he continued. “You may speak with any female as long as they speak to you first. I expect your attention to wander, there will be much to look at as everyone will be in costumes and the club will be decorated. However, please keep in mind that I am your focus. You are there for me and my pleasure alone, do you understand?”“Yes, Master. I understand,” she murmured her consent.“Wonderful, shall we?” he offered her his arm.When they arrived outside the club, Hermione was stunned to see a line of patrons awaiting entrance. Being part owner, Lucius escorted her to the head of the line and they escaped the cold quickly.The Dungeon was absolutely packed with excited patrons, most of whom Hermione had never seen before. Lucius had explained that these events drew in not only the regulars, but also patrons who only visited the club occasionally as well as many others who only attended these events. The costumes were diverse, but most had some sort of sexual undertone which fit the D/s and fetish inspired lifestyle of its members.Looking around for someone she knew, Hermione was barely able to contain her laughter when she first caught sight of Draco. He approached, looking miserable and very…green. The practically fluorescent tights were funny enough, but the green pointed hat with the red feather sticking out was more than Hermione could take.“Hmmm. Peter Pan, I presume?” Hermione held her hand over her mouth as she chuckled.Draco looked from her to Lucius and back again. “Laugh now, Doll. You may have gotten the much better costume tonight,” he looked her up and down lasciviously, an eyebrow raised in appreciation, “but you’ll get yours. Just wait.” He gestured towards Lucius. “My father has a sadistic sense of humor you have yet to be the victim of. Just give him time.”Lucius laughed with a mock innocent expression at his son’s jibe but did not dispute the proclamation, leaving Hermione curious. He merely pointed out that if Draco had been as good a submissive to his Mistress as Hermione had been to Lucius, perhaps Draco would not have been required to wear such a costume.“Where is Diana, anyway?” Hermione asked as she scanned the room, searching for the elusive mistress.Draco rolled his eyes. “Wendy, as she was to be tonight, is currently home…sick. The appetizers had just been put on the table when she barfed the first time. She demanded I go on without her and stay in costume.” He sighed heavily as he looked around the room. “Gods, it just proves how desperate I am for a Dominatrix that I even submit to her.”“Draco. That hardly seems fair. She’s sick for Merlin’s sake, you can’t hold that against her!” Hermione scolded.Draco looked at Hermione impatiently, “Keep up! I thought you were smart? It’s not because she got sick that I’m frustrated, it’s that I can’t seem to find a Mistress who can hold my interest longer than a couple of weeks. She’s rather dull. She’s repetitive, and,  other than Clarise – who is already committed to Jonathan - she’s the only Dominatrix around on a regular basis. The others are very sporadic or committed or married.” He let out a puff of frustration, pulling his hat off and ruffling his hair. "Merlin, I miss Francine." He shook his head and looked at Hermione wistfully. "She was amazing...kept my interest and was tough, but sexy as hell. She mopped the floor with my ass and I loved every minute of it." Seeing Hermione's questioning look, he added, "She had to move away for her job. I keep hoping she'll come back, though."After a brief pause, Draco’s familiar smirk made its millionth appearance. His hungry gaze cascaded down her form and back to her eyes. “You know, you’d make a hell of a Dom, Doll. After your training…you could practice on me.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Just think about all the fun you would have spanking me.” He grinned openly. “Think of Buckbeak, do it for him.”“Oh, Ferret. You make an appealing case, but I don’t need to be a Dominatrix to torment you. I merely need to befriend whomever is Dominating you.”Draco’s eyes narrowed, and Lucius laughed. “Draco, I believe you are playing with fire,” Lucius teased.Draco shrugged before whispering gut-wrenching and unexpected, honest words that caused Hermione’s breath to hitch. “I just…I just feel like I’m lost, sometimes. I need a good, strong woman to help keep me grounded. I’m lonely.”Hermione looked from Draco to Lucius, lost for words. Lucius was looking at his son with warmth and surprised Hermione with tender words of wisdom. “In time son. In good time the right witch will come along. She is somewhere out there looking for you as well.” Lucius’ right hand was rubbing Hermione’s lower back affectionately and, for a second, Hermione couldn’t help but wonder if Lucius was speaking of her. As though she were the right witch for him. Why did that thought make her feel warm inside? She dismissed it almost as quickly as it occurred. Lucius didn’t feel that way about her anyway… Right? And if he did, it shouldn’t make her happy. She wanted Snape. Snape was the wizard for her, and as soon as her training was complete she would seek the dark man out.Thinking of Snape caused her mind to wander. She was curious as to where he was and who he was with. Her eyes once again panned the room and she found herself seething with jealousy as she imagined him in the clutches of Britt. Beautiful, Lily-like, perfectly submissive…Britt.“Pet, I asked you a question.”Hermione was startled from her reverie by her Master’s firm tone. Her fawn eyes shot up to his penetrating steel grey. She immediately looked down, her tone contrite and her voice soft. “I apologize, Master. The festivities of the room distracted me. It won’t happen again.”His hand tipped up her chin so that her eyes were once again on his. His voice was hard. “See that it doesn’t. I may have given you leave to speak freely in my presence and take in the sights around you, but your focus should still be on your Dominant. I should never have to repeat myself due to your lack of attention. We discussed this before leaving the Manor.”“I’m sorry, Master.”“Yes, you said that,” he snapped as he looked away from her. It was clear he had not forgiven her, and his irritation was lingering.Hermione swallowed heavily, upset with herself for scr@w@ng up. “Please, Master. What did you ask me?”He looked back to her. “Yes. You would like to know, wouldn’t you? Perhaps next time your focus will be where it is supposed to be.“I have rounds to make.” He shifted his gaze to Draco. “Please keep an eye on my submissive while I’m away.” He looked back at her. “Stay with Draco. Do not speak to any males except Etan or Jonathan without Draco’s permission.” Before she could answer, he stepped away into the crowd.Lucius had to walk away. He knew…he just knew where her mind was. She was thinking about Snape and looking for him. It felt like ice water in his veins when it struck him. It’s your own fault! You entered this agreement fully aware she wanted your best friend. You have no right to be upset with her. It’s unfair to cry foul now!His voice of reason wasn’t making him calmer. He knew what he needed to do: step back emotionally and force himself to view her as he had viewed his other two trainees in the past. With fondness and devotion, but nothing more. His resolve hardened, he felt more in control as he distanced himself from her. He could do this. He could be a good and attentive Dominant without becoming overly emotionally involved.He looked at the entrance foyer and found Snape greeting their newest member. Grateful for the distraction, he approached.Hermione had been despondent since Lucius had walked away from her. She wanted to rush after him and beg forgiveness, beg for a punishment so that it could all be forgiven. She knew it would be the worst thing she could do, however. She would simply do her best to please him the rest of the night. Draco smiled at her sympathetically. “It’s ok, Doll. He can have a bit of a quick temper sometimes, but it fades just as fast as it appears. He gets particularly stressed on busy nights like tonight, that’s likely part of the problem.”She absently touched her collar. “No, I screwed up. My focus should always be on him. I hadn’t even realized he had asked me a question. It’s my fault.”“Come on, there’s Etan and Rose with Jonathan and Clarise.” He gestured towards a large booth not far from where they were standing. Within a few minutes, her worries of Lucius began to ebb as she settled into conversation with her newest friends. The large booth easily sat the six of them. Directly across from Hermione sat Draco, and beside him sat Jonathan, who was next to his Dominatrix of the past few months, Clarise. Rose sat to Hermione’s right and Etan sat on the other side of Rose. The costumes of the night had been spectacular, and the persons at the table did not disappoint. Etan and Rose were a gladiator and a Roman slave girl. Clarise and Jonathan were Morgana le Fay and King Arthur. She looked back at Draco. In all honesty, he looked kind of adorable – if not completely miserable.It didn’t take long before Hermione and Draco were teasing each other with tales from Hogwarts. “Oh, you should have seen him! He was a piece of work…let me tell you! He thrived on making me, Harry, and Ron as miserable as possible,” Hermione chided.Draco rolled his eyes and looked away from the table, scanning the crowd. His tone was playfully dismissive. “As usual you exaggerate, Doll. Besides, you were rather irrita…” His voice fell off abruptly and the table fell silent.Hermione looked up, her attention drawn away from the others by Draco’s abrupt cessation in mid-speech. No one enjoyed their own voice more than Draco Malfoy.  Hermione had to stifle a laugh at Draco’s expression. His jaw was hanging open and his eyes were wide and glued to something over Hermione’s shoulder.“Wow!” Jonathan whispered.“No sh@t,” Draco replied. “Holy f@ck!”Reflexively, Hermione turned and looked behind her. She felt her heart race at the sight before her. There was Snape: delicious and perfect in black leather pants with a sword hanging off his hip. His chest was bare, and he wore a Spanish gaucho hat on his head and a black mask. Zorro…how perfect.Despite her infatuation with the wizard, it was the woman next to him that pulled her attention greedily. A tall, dark haired, statuesque bombshell stood no more than ten feet away. Bombshell, because there was no other word to describe her. Well, Amazonian, maybe. Standing in stiletto grey heels was one of the sexiest women Hermione had ever seen. At least five-foot ten-inches tall with the heels, the curvy woman stood like she owned the room. Considering she was standing next to Severus Snape, that was quite an accomplishment. Even more alluring was her attire – a grey fitted pencil skirt that came below her knees with a tucked and fitted cream silk blouse. The blouse was long sleeved with a V-neck that hugged a rather large and voluptuous bust.Her form was pure hour glass – Jessica Rabbit sprang to mind. She was not a small woman, a size twelve if Hermione ventured a guess. Barely any skin showed except the creamy alabaster of her décolleté and her shapely calves, which led to the come-hither pumps. A dark, tortoise shell eye mask completed the look. She carried a ruler for a wand and held it in one hand as she slapped it gently into the other repetitively. Her hair was dark, almost black, and was pulled back in a pony tail fastened at the base of her neck. The glossy, sleek strands fell thickly to her mid back where they ceased in a blunt, perfect line. Hermione felt she looked vaguely familiar but couldn’t place her.Snape stood beside her, a rare soft smile gracing his face as he engaged the witch in conversation. He appeared to be showing her around as evidenced by his pointing to the doorways and stairs. The witch’s stance and demeanor left no question as to her orientation. She was a Top. Her ruby red lips were striking against her pale, flawless skin as her gaze slowly absorbed the room. She took sexy librarian to a whole new dimension.“She must be the new Dominatrix,” Hermione said softly. Realizing she was openly staring, Hermione turned back to the table to find Draco’s focus still solely on the mystery witch. Jonathan had regained his senses and re-focused his attention on Clarise, who was looking as though she had swallowed a lemon. Not that Clarise should feel threatened, Jonathan was completely devoted to her.Her voice trembling, Rose whispered breathlessly, “Master, please! I want!”“Get in line,” Draco quipped, his eyes stroking up and down his new obsession.Etan chuckled. “Easy, you two. We don’t even know her yet or what her orientation is. She might be committed already and not looking for a partner or partners.”Rose had recently taken submission to a female Dom from a hard to a soft limit. Etan was thrilled and had been on the hunt for the right Dominatrix. It seemed Rose had found whom she wanted. Etan, however, would never let anyone near his English Rose without knowing the person was a responsible and experienced practitioner. He would have to learn more about this newcomer. He placed a calming hand on Rose’s knee causing her to instantly stop her fidgeting and ogling.Hermione looked back over her shoulder and found herself perplexed. She really wasn’t attracted to women, although the scene with Rose had been lovely. However, this woman caused a slight shiver down her spine…partly from desire, but mostly from downright trepidation. There was something very intimidating about the towering beauty, and something quite familiar as well.Glancing back at Draco, Hermione questioned, “Who is it, Draco? She seems familiar, but I can’t place her. She’s not a Gryffindor – not from our year.” She peeked back over her shoulder to find Snape was leading the mystery witch downstairs.Draco was shaking his head in obvious bewilderment. “I have no idea, but I have zero intention of meeting her tonight in this get-up.” He pulled off his hat and tossed it on the table. “I’ll need to be looking my best when I make my move.”Turning to his left and looking past Jonathan to Clarise and asked, “Mistress Clarise, any pointers you can give me? I usually wait for the Tops to approach me, but if I wait, she might latch on to another.”The look of incredulity that Clarise shot Draco was priceless. It was followed by a snarky smirk that would have put any Slytherin to shame. Obviously Slytherins didn’t hold the corner market on smirks after all, even Muggle-born witches from the States could pull off the signature look with ease! “Yes, Draco. Pointer number one…Don’t approach her like you did me. Don’t be a swaggering, cocky cowboy who comes across like he thinks he’s Merlin’s gift to witches.”Etan chuckled, and Hermione couldn’t suppress a giggle. She looked at the American witch. “Please, Mistress Clarise. Please share the story! It sounds priceless.”Clarise’s attention was on Jonathan, her right hand stroking his cheek as she smiled at the memory. Jonathan was practically purring from her attention. “It was my second night here. I had come back to check out a sexy bartender who had behaved deliciously subservient the night before.” Jonathan smiled, clearly recalling the same memory. Clarise’s eyes shot to Draco and she grinned. “I was standing near the bar when suddenly Draco approaches…”Hermione’s attention was pulled from the conversation by the appearance of her Master. His eyes met hers, no longer bearing a look of penetrating displeasure, but something else… Concern? Apprehension, maybe? Lucius greeted the table briefly and the conversation ceased. It was a natural response to his presence and one he was accustomed to. Being a Dominant, it pleased him. His focus solely on Hermione, he held out his hand. “Come, Doll.” He turned to his son. “Thank you for watching over her, Draco.”Hermione placed her hand in his large, encompassing grasp and felt relief wash through her when his thumb gently stroked hers. It was such a little gesture, yet the tender motion spoke volumes. She kept her eyes cast down; she would not risk his displeasure again.She followed him through the crowd to the dance floor. Once standing in the middle, he positioned them traditionally, with his right hand cradling her waist and his left hand holding her right. A soft song began to play, and they started to move.Hermione looked up, expecting his eyes to be focused on the room and the club. She was surprised to find his attention solely on her. He led her easily to the soft rhythm of the music. Wanting to lighten the mood and move past her earlier infraction, she ventured into conversation and decided a smooth stroke to his ego might help.Speaking truthfully, she whispered, “You dance very well, Master.”A slight upturn to his lips accompanied by his left hand releasing her right and moving to her waist proved she was on the right track. He leaned close and whispered, “You’ll find there are many things I do well, Doll.”She laughed lightly as she lifted her arms to drape them around his shoulders. “I don’t doubt it.” Memories of the past week flooded her mind. She grinned flirtatiously, eliciting a bigger smile on the softening demeanor of the man who had taken her to untold heights since he had come into her life. She unwarily sucked in her bottom lip and cocked her head before adding, “Can I just say this first week with you has been a wonderful introduction to this world? Less than a week and I’ve already learned a great deal.”She kept her eyes on his as one hand lifted from her waist. His thumb stroked her chin before gently pulling her bottom lip from the clutches of her teeth. His eyes twinkled, and he smirked playfully. “Mmm, yes. Continue to bite that lip and I’ll give you something else to occupy your pretty mouth with.”Hermione giggled and raised an eyebrow playfully. “Well, if that was meant to deter me from a bad a habit, I fear you are merely reinforcing the behavior with such an intriguing and potentially delicious promise.”Lucius laughed lightly, and his hands moved behind her to pull her closer, so they were pressed tightly together. She moved her hands from his strong shoulders to the back of his neck where she ran her fingers along his soft skin.“Now, now, pet,” he cooed. “Are you implying you would intentionally disobey your Master’s wish in hopes of a punishment?” His look was searching and a touch sharp yet held a playful edge.Hermione contemplated and shook her head. Speaking truthfully, she clarified, “Oh no… Something tells me that would not go over very well, and I would no doubt regret it.”Lucius nodded as he looked around the room. His hands began stroking her lower back, one venturing own to rub her bottom. “Yes, you are learning, and your instincts are correct.”Hermione noticed Lucius focusing on one side of the dance floor. She glanced where he was staring to find Snape leaning in a doorway, his onyx eyes watching them intently. Her heart began to race from the intensity of his gaze.Not wanting to displease Lucius, she quickly looked back at him to find his steel eyes on hers knowingly. He spoke softly. “I told Snape he could share a dance with you this evening…if you are agreeable.”Hermione swallowed and tried to keep any emotion from showing. “That’s fine,” her voice came out slightly choked as her throat had gone completely dry.Lucius shook his head lightly. He spoke softly. “Doll, please don’t hide your emotions from me. I know how you feel about him and it’s important you know that you can trust me to protect you. I won’t let him hurt you.”Hermione’s breath caught in her throat as she continued to stare into eyes that were earnest and rich with affection and obvious sincerity. Warmth crept through her bones towards this man who suddenly felt like more than just a friend – more than just a Master. Her watery stare moved from his eyes to his lips in unidentified need. Lucius dipped his mouth to hers in a soft caress that spoke of tenderness – not Dominance. It was a brief kiss that left her longing. Watching her with a soft smile as he pulled away, he chuckled as his thumb once again gently stroked her bottom lip from her mouth’s capture. Hermione laughed and shrugged. “I don’t even realize I’m doing it.”The song had come to an end and Hermione noticed movement to her right. Zorro was moving in. Suddenly, her nerves kicked into overdrive and she started to tremble. Hermione’s gaze flew to Lucius’, who immediately pursed his lips in concern. He lowered a mouth to her ear. “You do not have to dance with him if you do not wish to, pet. Just say so.”“No!” she exclaimed, surprised, and then cleared her throat when Lucius’ eyebrows rose in warning. She hadn’t meant to say it quite so forcefully. “I’m sorry, Master. I meant to say, ‘No thank you, sir’. I’m just nervous.” She ended on a whisper and he accepted her apology with a slight nod. A piano trilled in with an overlay of haunting violin holding a single note and then Lucius was putting her hand in Snape’s waiting one. Hermione sucked in a deep breath as the dark man swept her up into his arms, leading her in a spin so they disappeared a little further onto the dance floor.One warm hand settled on the bare skin of her lower back, guiding her hips into alignment with his own before he let her hand go just long enough to lift her chin. Amber colored eyes locked to black and Hermione felt her lips part on an electrified exhale. The animalistic charge that had been between them since that first night pulsed in the air around them. Feeling his powerful, leather clad legs brushing against her silky-smooth ones made her pulse jump. Holy Gods, hold together Hermione! It’s just a dance. “Good evening, Miss Granger.” Snape’s tone was as silky as ever as it caressed over her skin. This caused her to shiver as goose b@mps exploded over her entire body.“Hello, Master Snape,” she replied demurely. She lowered her eyes slightly, using the gesture to mimic a curtsey before raising them to once again find herself lost in his heated, obsidian gaze. Snape swallowed perceptively at her humble show of submission. Hermione instinctively slid her hand from his shoulder to the nape of his neck when his arm tightened around her lower back before it made a detour to rest over the swell of her hip. His fingers splayed so they brushed the top of her b@m. She smirked up at him as he expertly moved them in a simple two step rhythm to the sensual piano and violin of the song.“Are you enjoying yourself?” His question surprised her. Honestly, she hadn’t been sure what they would talk about. But such a normal question coming from his mouth? It was almost surreal. With a small jot, she realized they had never really had a normal conversation before.“I am. Master Lucius has been most kind,” she averted her gaze to find her Master in a secluded corner, leaning up against the wall. He seemed to be swirling the liquid in his glass, but his eyes were locked on her and Snape. Why does that make me feel guilty?“He’s been good for you.” The conversation took another surprising turn, which pulled her attention back to the man who had his arms around her. “He was always the better choice for you,” he told her regretfully.“Please don’t say that, sir,” Hermione scolded softly. “We…well. Master Lucius and I are friends first. We enjoy conversing with each other and easily air our grievances. Part of our contract is an evening meal each week where we work on building our friendship.“Don’t get me wrong, I find Master Lucius intimidating and he’s tough, but fair.“You and I, on the other hand…” she trailed off, worried about over stepping boundaries and putting them back at odds with one another.Snape cocked his head to the side and a half smile curled his lip. “You and I are like fire and oil, Miss Granger.” His voice, if possible, seemed to go deeper. He pulled her closer, his mouth hovered next to her ear as his breath tickled the small hairs loose from her updo. “You touch one to the other, and the whole place will burn,” he murmured seductively. “Merlin,” she breathed, closing her eyes to find some sort of equilibrium. She pulled back slightly after a moment, forcing him to look her in the eye when she spoke next. “You feel it, too, then?” It was said hesitantly, as if she feared his response.He stared at her silently before leading her in a small twirl and pulling her back to him. Their arms crossed over her belly, his front to her back. She looked up over her shoulder, waiting for an answer. For a brief second, Snape closed his eyes and pressed his forehead to her temple before he spun her away again and brought her back properly.“Yesss,” he hissed.Her insides turned to liquid fire. It was just one word, but it was the right word. Gods, she had been waiting for this for how long? Since that first night? For him to just admit he was as affected as she?A triumphant look crossed her features, her eyes lighting with victory. Snape chuckled. “Bask in the admission to your heart’s content, Miss Granger,” he teased her softly as he stroked the sensitive skin of her midriff with his thumb. “You’ll find that such confessions will be few and far between.” He paused before adding, “It will be while before we can test such theories, however. You have a very long way to go with your training, and I’m aware Lucius is a very…strict…teacher. I’m sure he’ll keep you on a short leash.”“That doesn’t mean you and I can’t see each other at all,” Hermione pouted. She removed her hand from his and wrapped it around his neck to pull herself closer. Shifting her hips, she deliberately brushed against his obvious arousal. “Just…no…sex,” she breathed. She tilted her head with a smirk and caught her lower lip in her teeth – on purpose this time.A needy puff of air left his nose and his jaw tightened. Hermione felt a thrill of power at his reaction to her teasing. Once back in control, he looked contemplative for a moment before answering. “I have a few loose ends I need to tie up. However, if you would be agreeable, I would like to take you to dinner. Perhaps we should start on the correct foot this time?”Hermione felt her stomach explode with butterflies as an idiotic little grin split her face. “Yes,” she replied immediately. Her attempts at playing it cool flew right out the window. “Yes, I would like that very much.”Her positive answer seemed to make the dark man swell with confidence and the hand that had been drawing little patterns on her oblique muscles moved to meet his other hand at the small of her back before trailing calloused fingertips up and down her spine. She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling. They danced such until the song ended shortly later, only separating when the last chord faded away.Snape took her hand to lead her to Lucius. “I will owl you to arrange a time, no longer than a week.”“I will be waiting,” she answered softly as they reached Lucius. Hermione was slightly startled when she realized Draco was with her Master. Lucius smiled lightly, and Snape thanked him and told Draco hello.“Until we meet again, Miss Granger,” he murmured when turned back to Hermione. Gently kissing the back of her hand, he left them in a small trio. She was hard-pressed not to let out some silly little school-girl sigh as she watched him walk away, giddy with the knowledge that she had a tentative date with Severus Snape. Draco huffed with frustration as he jostled his way through the crowd. Snape had refused to divulge any information about the mystery witch, leaving Lucius as Draco’s only hope for the desired intel.After scanning the main floor, Draco spied his father standing at the shadowed end of the smaller bar. Upon moving closer, he noticed Lucius’ intense stare and focus was geared towards the couples undulating on the dance floor. Draco paused and watched for a minute, feeling slightly unsettled by the touch of sadness that marred Lucius’ face. He felt his heart clench when he realized it was longing. Draco really didn’t need to look to see the object of his father’s attention, but he did anyway. Sure enough, there was Hermione with Snape. Draco’s jaw dropped as he watched the couple move together languidly and smoothly. Their faces were close, their eyes lost in each other’s. The attraction was palpable, even from across the room.“I knew it,” he mumbled under his breath. Draco had suspected his father had feelings for Hermione beyond that of a training Master, but now he was sure of it. He would welcome Hermione into the Malfoy fold if it went that far, but it seemed to Draco the witch had sights set on their former Professor. The last thing Draco wanted was for his father to end up hurt. Hermione had brushed off Draco’s opinion on Friday evening, but Draco was now certain he was correct. He would have to watch this situation closely and intervene if necessary. For now, a little distraction might help. Besides, he wanted that intel!Lucius watched from a dark corner as Hermione and Snape moved together on the dance floor. His jaw gently clenched as he watched her flirt with the taciturn wizard. Trying to suppress a surge of jealousy as Snape’s hands caressed her waist and lower back, Lucius swirled the last of his drink before swallowing it down. He set the empty glass on the bar and straightened the front of his costume before once again glancing at the woman who was like a siren to his soul, destined to lead him to his destruction if he didn’t get himself together.Seeing the two of them left no denying the intense chemistry the couple shared. Not that he needed to see it to believe it. After all, they had both confided their attraction for the other to him. Get used to it, Luc. He is her future. His plan to distance himself emotionally was prudent. It would be as he had coached himself earlier: He would be a devoted Master and teach her enough to set her free. He would help them come together. It was the correct path, it was the only path.A small voice, that was more warming to his soul than he wanted to admit, reminded him of the kiss they had just shared on the dance floor. It had been emotionally charged – and not only by him. The affection in her eyes coupled with the way she trembled in his arms when their lips touched left Lucius with no doubt – the witch had feelings for him. He just didn’t know to what extent.Lucius’ focus was jolted away from the couple by his son’s demanding arrival.  “Dad, stop staring into space and be useful. Who’s the new Dominatrix? I need to know!”Lucius glanced up and down at his son’s utterly ridiculous costume and smirked before responding. “What’s your rush? It’s not like you would go near her in that outfit anyway. You’ll have your chance to make your presence known.” Lucius’ gaze moved back to his submissive as he spoke.“Thanks for being master of the obvious, Dad. Of course, I’m not approaching her tonight.” Draco rolled his eyes.Lucius shot a disapproving glare at his son. “You will speak to me respectfully in this club, Draco.”“Sorry, Dad. Just tell me, please! What’s her story? Is she looking for a male submissive? Please tell me she’s straight!”Lucius couldn’t help but to indulge his son a small touch of information. He loved Draco more than anything and, since Narcissa’s death, had found himself incapable of denying the young man – at least in most things. He sighed heavily, shaking his head with bewilderment. “Really, you’re like an excitable Hufflepuff right now. Pull yourself together!”He paused before adding, “She is currently single, and she considers herself bi-sexual. She is vastly experienced and comes highly recommended from the two main wizarding clubs on the east coast of the US. She grew up in England but moved to Massachusetts to attend the Salem Academy to further her education after leaving Hogwarts.”Draco was chewing the inside of his upper lip and absorbing every word. When he realized his father had stopped talking, he pushed for more. “That’s it? That’s all you’re going to tell me.?”Lucius looked down his nose haughtily. “Yes, and, stop chewing on your lip. You look like a chipmunk.”Draco let out a huff. “Hmm. Highly educated, beautiful, Dominant, bi-sexual…and she was in my year at Hogwarts.”  He sighed heavily. “Gahhh, why can’t I place her? It’s making me crazy.”Lucius tuned out his son’s ramblings as he returned his focus to his witch, suddenly realizing he hadn’t been watching. The song had just ended, and Lucius was about to approach them when he realized Snape was leading Hermione his way. Lucius smiled lightly at his friend as they approached.Snape was formal in his address. “Thank you, Lucius. Hello, Draco.” He turned back to Hermione and whispered, “Until we meet again, Miss Granger.” He took her hand and kissed the back softly before he turned on his black dragon hide boots and strode purposefully away.Lucius noticed Hermione seemed to have a slight perma-grin plastered on her face. Suppressing his frustration and needing a distraction from his thoughts, he looked from Hermione to Draco. “It will be midnight soon. Are you prepared to say goodbye to 2006?” He couldn’t help but notice the peculiar look Draco was giving Hermione.Hermione beamed. “Absolutely. While the end of 2006 has been smashing, 2007 seems to be a promising year.”Lucius cocked a brow and smirked. “Indeed.” He could well imagine Hermione’s hopes for 2007.“What’s up with you, Beaves? You were all serious and mopey from getting in trouble back at the table and now you’re all sunshine and daisies. Snape spike your punch or something?” Hermione rolled her eyes in response to Draco’s taunt. “I’m just in a good mood, Ferret.” She looked at Lucius and then back at Draco. “Your father has completely spoiled me this evening and I’m having a very good time.” Shooting a small smirk at Draco, she added, “You should try it sometime. It is New Year’s Eve, after all.”Draco shrugged, and his eyes scanned the room as he responded, “Whatever. It’s an excuse to celebrate, I guess.”  Still surveying the crowd, he asked Hermione. “You wanna have lunch sometime this week, Doll?” His gaze drifted back to her.His invitation had taken her by surprise and she glanced at Lucius before responding, “Uh, sure, Draco.”“Cool, I’ll owl you tomorrow,” Draco responded as he looked back towards the crowd. “I saw Miriam earlier and amazingly she was without a submissive.” He wiggled his eye brows at them. “Wish me luck!”Hermione smiled fondly at Draco as he dashed off. She looked up at Lucius. “It’s surprising where life leads us. Don’t you think, Master?”Lucius looked down to find Hermione gazing up at him with warmth and obvious merriment. Once again, the affection in her eyes beguiled him, putting him under her spell. He pulled her close and kissed her forehead. “Yes, pet. Yes it is.”A loud voice was projected over the crowd announcing that the countdown would commence in two minutes. As midnight loomed, the lights dimmed, and the ceiling transformed into a glass dome revealing a starry night sky. Hermione looked up to the wonderful discovery of twinkling fairy’s buzzing about above them. She couldn’t help but ponder how the elusive creatures had been lured into such a task. They made quite a beautiful presence on such a festive night.“Come, there is a better spot for this.” Lucius took her hand and quickly pulled her through a door and into an empty room she had never seen. Answering her silent question, Lucius told her, “This is the special events room I told you about. It is rented occasionally. Most of the time it’s closed off.” He gestured to the ceiling and Hermione gasped at the magnificence. She felt liked she could reach up and grab a star.“How?” she asked, her voice breathless.Understanding her question, Lucius replied, “This room is not used very much and never for fetish play. Therefore, it requires less warding than the rest of the club which in turn provides a clearer view. You may not have noticed before, but complicated and excessive wards tend to leave a very slight haze. This space is free of that.” Hermione could only imagine the complicated wards that a club like this would require.Hermione could see others entering the room in her peripheral vision but was too enthralled with the sight above her to take any notice. Trays with flutes of champagne floated about the room and Lucius fetched two as a tray happened by, handing one to Hermione. She took it and beamed up at him. “Thank you, Master. Thank you for tonight…the pampering, the dinner, coming here.”“It’s my pleasure, Doll.” He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close, tapping his glass to hers. “Happy New Year!”Still smiling, she repeated his words. A loud “ten” was heard overhead followed by a “nine” as the countdown commenced. The crowd began to chant along, and loud whistles and claps could be heard. The room erupted into raucous cheers and yells at the stroke of midnight. A light touch tilted up her chin and soft grey eyes moved in as Lucius leaned down to kiss her. The kiss started out soft and tender. Hermione reached up and touched his face and his response was instant. He pulled her flush against his body and his kiss became more aggressive as his tongue demanded entry into her mouth. Hermione complied and melted her form into his as she responded instinctively to his Dominance. His hand stroked her bare back and then moved down to cup her bottom before giving it a pat as he pulled away.Hermione was left breathless and her eyes fluttered open to the sound of his soft chuckle.  “Eyes up, Doll,” he said as he gestured towards the ceiling.Hermione’s gaze followed his to see brilliant fireworks overhead. Flashes of bright colors exploded into shapes and words. “Happy New Year!” was spelled out over one section of the sky, as was “2007” in another. Hermione couldn’t help but wonder if these fireworks were WWW products; they were simply magnificent. Confetti floated throughout the room and was sticking to her skin, as black and white balloons floated up all around, bumping into them. The room had filled, and patrons started to volley some of the balloons back and forth. Everyone was talking and laughing and cheering.She giggled at Lucius’ almost childlike amusement as he kept his eyes on the vision above. The activity of the room pulled her gaze and she froze with a jolt when she spotted Snape’s Zorro standing beside Britt dressed as a Spanish maiden. Her blood ran cold when the couple kissed, making it obvious the redhead was his date for the evening.Soft words were whispered in her ear. “Are you ok?”Her attention was pulled back to Lucius. Warm, and genuine concern was etched in his eyes. Hermione found herself overcome with emotion and appreciation for this wonderful man. She looked up at him gratefully. “Yes, I’m fine, Master.”It surprised her to discover that it was the truth. She wasn’t lying – she really was ok. The practical side of her brain had finally stepped up to the plate. Yes, Snape had a date – and that did bother Hermione. Yes, she was jealous of the redhead. Despite that, Hermione now knew Snape had feelings for her. Their dance had proved it, his words had reinforced it. Their interlude had been nothing short of passionate perfection. Besides, she had an amazing man standing right beside her. An amazingly decent, warm, and sexy Dominant who treated her like a princess – yet could also treat her like a wh@r@ and leave her begging for more. She laughed as she looked up at him.Lucius had seen Hermione’s reaction to Snape kissing Britt and his heart ached for her. It ached for himself as well. When she looked up at him and reassured him she was ok, however, he could see that she truly was. Her face was lit with happiness and her tinkling laughter made his chest tighten with his own contentment. Unable to resist, he snaked his arm around her bare waist and pulled her close for light kiss. “Come, pet. Your Master has needs.”As Lucius led her through the crowd to get their coats, they noticed a small group had gathered in the main room near the stairs. There, bent over a love seat, was a bare bottom – green tights pulled to the thighs. A woman, clad in a black vinyl, skin tight, cat suit stood behind him, swatting the pale skin repeatedly with her long fur tail. A fur tail which seemed to have bits of black leather threaded throughout, leaving stripes and spots of rosy pink on the pale, quivering bottom.“Looks like Draco found Miriam,” Lucius chided. Hermione laughed. She wanted to stay and watch, but Lucius clearly had other plans. Within a couple seconds they had their coats and were out front, Apparating to the Manor.As soon as they were through the front door, Lucius gave her instructions while he removed his gloves, scarf, and cloak. “Two doors to the left is the Ballroom. Enter and undress completely. You may cast a warming charm if needed. Wait for me in the center of the room. There is a pillow for you to kneel on.” He walked off quickly, leaving her mind spinning with his instructions and wonderings of what was to come.When she entered the room, her jaw fell. It was illuminated by gentle moonlight which caressed the floor through huge gothic, arched stained glass windows. The walls were smoky blue and three lit candled sconces were placed between the cathedral like windows. Two chandeliers with four tiers of glowing candles hung from the ceiling on either end of the oblong room, adding a soft flicker to the ambiance. The ceiling was domed and painted the same smoky blue, but also had soft images of white stallions pulling chariots along with other not quite discernable images. Golden gilding framed the ceiling and the chandeliers, as well as the curved walls as it draped down to meet the windows. The floor was covered by the largest Oriental rug Hermione had ever seen, its colors the same soft blues, greys, and whites as the rest of the room. The room portrayed an eerie and mystical beauty.She spotted a pillow underneath the furthest chandelier and quickly undressed, slipping off her cloak, gloves, and costume. After kicking off her heels and undoing her mask, she padded on the soft, velvety carpeting to her destination. She slid to her knees and assumed the nadu position as she awaited his entrance.Lucius changed from his costume into black, silk pajama bottoms. Deciding against wearing a shirt, he grabbed his wand and headed back downstairs. When he opened the door, the vision before him was far more stunning than he had imagined. She was centered under the chandelier, her submission complete in her kneeling form and downcast eyes. Sublime was the word that came to mind as he paused in the doorway, compelled to drink her in hungrily. Her pale skin was gently illuminated in wispy shades of blue by shadows and dancing light from the moon’s affection as well as the candles.Breathing deeply to maintain his composure, he slowly approached her and waved his wand. Rope cords fell lightly from the chandelier above her. He had expected her to break form and look up, however she had not only resisted but held a small smile, as though she knew she had passed a test.Minx, he thought to himself playfully. “You are beautiful, Hermione. Aphrodite herself would be jealous,” he whispered. Lucius stepped close and stroked her cheek lightly as he began to circle her. When behind her, he paused and caressingly removed the pins from her hair. He slipped the head piece off and watched as her locks cascaded in long, silky waves down her back and over her br@@sts. He took handfuls of hair and manipulated them into a long, loose, French braid. He loved her hair down but for what he had planned, it would need to be out of the way.“Tonight, my stunning pet, we will up the ante a notch. I promise you will be safe at all times. Do you trust me?”“Yes, Master.”Lucius noticed a slight wrinkle to her forehead and was certain he knew the cause. “Yes, pet. ‘Master’ is an appropriate address for this scene.” He could see a slight release of tension in her shoulders. Her desire to please was an aphrodisiac to his soul. Yes, loose, silk pajama bottoms were the right choice, he mused internally as he felt his arousal swell.“As lovely as you look, kneeling so dutifully before me, I would like you to stand with your arms naturally draped at your sides. Your gaze is to stay on the floor like the good little submissive you are.”Hermione swayed but didn’t stumble as she moved to stand. Lucius’ hand was close and was prepared to steady her had she lost her footing. He stepped back and tilted his head as he took in her posture. “Shoulder’s back so that your delicious br@@sts are displayed a little more prominently. I have yet to meet a Dominant who permits a slouching submissive.”Hermione quickly pulled her shoulders back, arching her spine in the process and giving Lucius the added benefit of a beautifully displayed bum. “Yes, like that. Perfection.” He gave her bottom a slight squeeze.He eased around to her front and leaned in for a soft kiss before pulling one of the cords draping from the chandelier. “You will safe-word yellow for caution or red for stop if you feel the need at any point during this scene.” He wrapped the rope from her right elbow down to her palm between her thumb and index finger. “Do you understand?”“Yes, Master.”Lucius had held a slight concern she would object to being restrained to a chandelier in Malfoy Manor. While he and Hermione had not discussed it, the evening of her capture all those years ago still tormented him and had proven to be the very night his family abandoned all facades of supporting the Dark Lord. They had turned to the light months before but were still playing the part for the purpose of espionage. Feeling the need to reassure her, he added, “The chandelier is secure and will not fall under any circumstance.”“I trust you, Master.” Her soft, whispered response left him no choice but to lean in for another kiss. This time it started out light but her encouraging and needy moan lit a fire in him that could only be quelled by a thorough snogging.After they came up for air, he resumed his task. With a light cough he cleared his throat of the frog that had taken residence. “Move your fingers for me. Does the rope feel tight in any way?”Hermione did as she was instructed. “No Master, the cord feels comfortable.”He nodded and repeated the design on her left arm. “The same?”She exhaled lightly and responded, “Yes, Master. It feels fine.”“Excellent,” he hissed, seemingly to himself. As he moved away he flicked his wand with a flourish and her arms were lifted above her head. He looked her up and down. “Such a vision. Close your eyes.” Hermione complied and felt the soft caress of a blindfold. She had never been blindfolded before and felt her body flush with anticipation. Lucius took a moment to ensure her arms and shoulders were in no way strained, and her circulation in no way hindered, before continuing.Her sense of hearing became heightened and she could tell he was circling her. After a moment, he spoke slowly, his tone sultry. “Here you are, restrained for my pleasure. Your t@ts are sheer perfection. Pert and inviting.” He drew a deep, lazy breath as though he were contemplating and then spoke dismissively, as though speaking of the weather.  “I will f@ck them at some point…perhaps tonight. We shall see.” He paused behind her and whispered into her ear, his breath blowing the soft tendrils of fine, baby hairs that were loose from her braid. “Would you like that, pet? Would you like me to use your body in such a way? F@ck those delicious little apples and explode my seed all over your face? Hmmm?”Hermione felt a flutter in her belly that caused her breath to hitch. How was it he could say such demeaning words in such a delicious way and leave her feeling so warm and heated?“Answer me, Miss Granger,” he demanded.Her words came out stuttered through her breathless whisper. “Ye…yes. Yes, Master.”His voice was calm and soothing, belying his spoken words and their promise. “Hmm, a few slip ups tonight, my pet. That’s twice you didn’t answer me. Once at the club when you so blatantly tuned me out and now, when I know you were paying very close attention. Different circumstances, yet equal offences all the same.” He paused. “I regret a punishment of some sort is in order.”She could feel him…feel the light brush of air as he slowly prowled around her. She could sense his eyes raping her with their intensity. She took a deep, heaving breath as a light shiver cascaded down her spine, leaving her skin feeling hyper-sensitive and aware.She had yet to receive a physical punishment from this man and had no idea what to expect. Suddenly a slap swatted her bottom, causing her to yelp and push up onto her toes. Another hard swat to her other cheek, caught her less off guard.He spoke softly but firmly. “I am a fair and just Master, Miss Granger. I do not punish harshly for simple mistakes or for first offences. Your punishment, therefore, will be lenient. Ten swats from my hand and six from my crop will suffice.”Hermione’s jaw slackened slightly. Based on what he just classified as lenient, she prayed she was never on the receiving end of a less than lenient one. She swallowed as she mentally braced herself for what was coming.“Let’s see. You have eight more strikes due from my hand.” He did not pause in any way. The swats came fast and hard, each one stung more than the one before. By the time his hand was finished, both her cheeks were blazing with heat. She exhaled slowly, hoping he would give her a minute of reprieve. She was mistaken. She heard it before she felt it. The crop whistled through the air and its impact caused a grunt to escape her mouth. Reflexively, she pulled in her hips and pulled down on her restraints as if to cave in and away from the bite. She took a stuttering breath and was thankful for the brief reprieve as she heard Lucius draw in a deep breath from behind her.“Ah, no, pet. Keep your back arched. Accept your punishment and be grateful I am being light handed.”Hermione arched her back and took another breath. It hurt, but it wasn’t that bad. Her response had been involuntary, and she would work on preventing such a reaction again. After all, it was nothing compared to the cane. The second strike of the crop had a bit more bite and she let out a yelp. By the fifth strike, her eyes had begun to water and the sixth elicited a soft sob. Although, it was more a sob of relief that the punishment was over more than anything. The spankings and crop had certainly stung, and her bottom was smarting, but what was most upsetting was that the punishment had been warranted in the first place. She desperately craved forgiveness with reassuring words and a soft caress.He did not disappoint. He stepped forward and pressed himself against her from behind, one hand snaked around to caress a breast as the other reached around her neck and held her firmly. It was a demonstrative and delicious – yet unnecessary – display of his Dominance. As if she needed a reminder of his control, as if she needed to know who was the boss, as if she needed one more reason to lose herself into the bliss of submission. It was beguiling as much as it was arousing.He pebbled her nipple with a firm pinch as soothing, whispered words caressed her soul. The words were almost as delicious as the feel of his silk clad erection pressing against her mid back. “You’ve pleased me, Doll. You handled your punishment with grace and you are forgiven. However, it is not forgotten. The next time I will not be so lenient.” Tender and delicate lips glanced her shoulder as he pulled away from her, leaving her bereft and aching for him to take her.Lucius stood back and admired her red bottom as he rubbed himself lightly through his pajamas. She had handled the spanking beautifully and he was desperate to f@ck her, but not until he had his planned scene for the evening in place. It was a scene he had imagined long before she had even agreed to his training. However, he needed to distance himself, if only for a minute – to pull himself together.“I’ll be back momentarily,” he said lightly before walking towards the door. He opened and closed it without exiting. Turning back towards her, he watched for her response. He had to concentrate to keep from breathing too heavily and being discovered. Lucius smiled with a sense of pride as she let out a soft exhale. Granted, her punishment had been light, but she had handled it perfectly all the same.His eyes slid up and down her lithe, fit body. Seeing her naked form blindfolded and restrained with moonlight caressing her skin was perhaps one of the most perfect and ethereal visions he had ever beheld. He had imagined doing this to Narcissa, begged her actually, but she would not allow it. If she had, she would not have enjoyed it. Somehow it was perfect that she hadn’t been persuaded. This moment had been reserved for the perfect submissive. Narcissa would have been beautiful, no doubt, but the fact that Hermione wasn’t simply tolerating the scene, but was basking in it, made it all the more exquisite and perfect.Realizing it had been over a minute, he made his presence known. Dropping the façade, he merely stalked towards her and spoke with affection and sincerity. “You are perfection personified, my pet.”The dropping of her jaw proved she had not known he was in the room. Once in front of her, he pulled off her mask and kissed her tenderly, eliciting a soft moan that was almost a purr. Based on what Lucius knew of this witch – not only from his dealings, but from what Draco and Snape had told him as well – he knew she would respond favorably to praise and reassurance. After all, all submissive beings sought approval and Lucius felt this was especially true of Hermione. He held no doubt she would put as much effort into this part of her life as she did her professional if she were simply encouraged and praised as she rightly deserved. He may only have her for a short while, but he would enjoy her to full capacity. He would train her through praise and reassurance, ensuring she was the perfect submissive she strived to be.After a moment’s pause, he rethought his plan for the scene. He was concerned he might be overestimating her endurance and ability. It was too much to expect her to continue after she had just been punished. She was new to this after all. He should provide after care, take his pleasure, and put her to bed.With a heavy sigh he gave her a reassuring smile. “Even though you have pleased me immensely, I feel it would be best to postpone what I had planned for this scene until another time. The spanking took us off track.” Hermione’s face fell in obvious disappointment. However, he felt he knew what was best and did not want to push her.“Hermione, look at me,” he said warmly. When caramel eyes met his, he clarified, “Punishments can be a big part of this world and you handled yours very well - better than some of the more experienced submissives I have encountered. I am exceedingly pleased with your submission so far, but you are not ready for what I had planned after just being punished.“While it was not a harsh punishment, it was your first from me and it would be irresponsible of me to push you too far too fast.” His eyes glanced down her body and when they came back to her eyes, they held a twinkle. “Besides, I would like to f@ck you, but not until your bottom has been tended to. Let me untie you and we’ll make our way upstairs.”As he reached down to pick up his wand, her soft plea gave him pause. “Permission to speak, Master?”He cocked a brow and righted himself before her, his wand now in his hand. “Of, course. Speak, Doll.”“Master, you told me I may make up to three requests each time I submit,” she started hesitantly.“I did,” he responded.Her voice was quivering with desperation. “Please, Master. Please continue with the scene as planned. I..I need it.” She looked around the large room. “This room, the ambiance, the moonlight, the occasion…you.” Her eyes glanced up and down his form with obvious desire as she continued. “You are so incredibly beautiful and Dominant and perfect.” She swallowed. “I doubt such an amazing night could happen twice. Please, finish what we started.”Talk about being disarmed. Lucius’ heart pounded madly behind his breastbone and he felt a creeping warmth in his gut not felt in many years.  Her desperation and praise coupled with pleading, beautiful amber eyes had fed the Malfoy ego. An ego that, for all its prancing and bragging swagger, actually required frequent grooming and praise. She had stroked the lion perfectly and if he had a tail it would be wagging in glorious splendor.He reached his hand out and tenderly stroked her cheek, shaking his head lightly. “You know not what I had planned, Doll. It will be intense. It’s late, and I do not want to overwhelm you or push you too far.”Hermione tilted her face into his palm and pressed against it, her eyes twinkling. “You do know me, right? Overachieving to the point of insanity? I’m craving the intensity, Master. I’m craving the delicious intensity you so expertly deliver. Please.” Her voice trembled, and she closed her eyes as she nuzzled his palm tenderly. “Please.”Hermione’s costumeCostumesMalfoy Ballroom'
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