warnings: older man/ younger woman, cheating, mild orgasm denial, mild d/s dynamics, mentions of choking, rough sex, eavesdropping, slight exhibition, unprotected sex, creampie, vaginal sex, dubious consent.
"Don't worry. I promise, my parents are going to love you," Draco whispered into my ear as we reached the gates of the Malfoy Manor. During the cab ride here from Kings Cross a wave of nerves came to me in the form of nauseousness, and I was ever so grateful for the fresh air that filled my lungs when we stepped out of the cab.
Draco and I have been friends since second year when we had detention together (He was there because he was caught out after curfew and I was there because I was caught passing a note to Pansy in Professor Snape's class), from there we hit it off, And from that day forward we did everything together, from scheduling the same classes to studying together every night without failure (We have even hooked up once or twice, maybe sixteen times, but really who's counting?) We did everything except go to each others houses, Draco went to my house, of course, but when he would offer to bring me to his I always made some kind of bullshit excuse, concealing the real reason that I didn't want to go, I was scared of his parents.
More so of his father, quite frankly, his mother sounded very lovely. His father had a bad reputation and everyone knew he was a former death eater, however Draco doesn't like to talk about that much. I've only ever seen Lucius in the family photos Draco has shown me and he looks rather intimidating, with long white-blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and broad shoulders, if it wasn't for his no-good reputation and his whole pureblood supremacy obsession, I would consider him attractive. Well, all of those other reasons and the fact that he was married.
Narcissa Malfoy was a tall, slender, willowy woman with long blonde hair almost the same color as her husband's. She had high cheek bones and bright eyes, and looked like she had just stepped out of a Vogue magazine everywhere she went. Draco told me how sweet and caring she was but I still couldn't help being intimidated by her.
The gates opened and Draco and I walked up his long driveway dragging our heavy trunks, filled with the clothes and toiletries that we would need for our stay, behind us. His driveway was lined with tall green hedges that had been trimmed so that they were perfectly level. I could hear running water outside of the bushes, when I asked Draco about it he told me that it was coming from the fountains on the other side of the bushes
I walked slow, trying to delay the inevitable as much as possible, using the weight of my trunk a an excuse. We reached the large oak door, much quicker than I would've liked to, and a small house elf, wearing nothing but a dirty pillow case with hole cut in it for his head and arms, opened the door and welcomed us into the foyer.
The foyer was decorated with long mahogany tables with bouquets of black roses. It was lit with a crystal chandelier. Their house smelled like pine and some kind of cologne-like smell that I couldn't identify. If it was possible, the manor somehow looked even bigger from the inside than it did on the outside. The elf shut the door behind us.
"Mr. Malfoy," the elf said bowing down toward Draco, then the small creatures round green eyes flickered toward me, "And his guest." he said bowing once more, toward me this time.
"Dobby, this is Y/N L/N," Draco took the liberty of introducing me to the elf. "She will be staying with us over Spring Break."
Dobby nodded then apparated, taking both of our trunks with him. When the elf left I began to hear foot steps descending down the stairs. Draco grabbed my hand and gave it a quick squeeze, just after he let go two people appeared in the foyer, Lucius Malfoy and his wife, Narcissa Malfoy, following shortly behind him.
Mrs. Malfoy gave Draco and I a curt smile, but Mr. Malfoy on the other hand was as stone faced as ever. His hair was tied back into a low ponytail with a black ribbon. He was holding a cane, the handle of which was a snakes head with emerald eyes, but it wasn't touching the floor. Why have a cane and not use it? I thought.
Mr. Malfoy gave a low chuckle and held out his hand for me to shake. "Lucius Malfoy," He introduced himself as he shook my hand. His grasp was firm and his hands were cold. I looked down and saw a few of the veins in his hand bulging. I felt a blush coat my cheeks and my Y/E/C eyes snapped up to meet his blue ones. "Uhh Y/N L/N." I choked out.
"Nice to meet you, Y/N." Narcissa shot a bright smile at me and introduced herself. Lucius was still holding my hand and I pulled it away to shake Narcissa's. Narcissa gave Draco instructions to show me to my room and around the manor, then for both of us to meet them on the patio for lunch.
Draco led me up the marble staircase and showed me the door to my room (the second door to the left) which was right beside of his (the first door to the left). From there he told me to meet him at his door in five minutes and left me in my room and to my own devices.
The room was much bigger than I was expecting and quite a lot bigger than I was used to. In the center of the room there was a canopy bed made of dark wood, spread across it was a dark green silk sheet and more pillows than I have ever seen in my entire life. In front of my bed was my trunk and to my left there was a wardrobe. I opened it and it was already filled with my clothes.
There was a television set and a small black velvet futon a little ways away from the bed. Perhaps the most exciting thing however, was a little balcony overlooking the Malfoy's garden. From my place on the balcony I could see the full expanse of the Malfoy's driveway as well as the fountains that I heard earlier.
To the right of the bed was the biggest bathroom I have ever seen. The shower was huge and had three different shower heads, someone had already place my toiletries inside of it. There was a good sized vanity sitting beside the sink and all of my makeup products were already organized and sitting on it. There was a huge white clawfoot bathtub in the corner of the room. There were two little rooms off to the side in the bathroom, the largest one held the toilet and the smallest held the towels.
"Are you coming or what?" I didn't hear Draco come in and I jumped. Draco, who was leaning on the doorway to the bathroom, chuckled. "It's a bathroom Y/N, it's not that interesting." he joshed
"It's just huge" I said looking around.
"You wanna know what else is huge?" Draco asked with a suggestive look. I raised my eyebrows in question. "The rest of the house, c'mon," he grabbed my hand and pulled me into the hallway.
Draco didn't let go of my hand while he showed me around his house. By the time the tour was over I had seen 6 floors of his house complete with a library, ballroom, conservatory, and study, and he hadn't even showed me everything the manor had to offer.
By the time we made our way to the patio my stomach was growling. "I told you, you should've ate breakfast," Draco teased. I lightly punched him on the shoulder and mumbled at him to "Shut up."
When we reached the patio, I noticed it was quite a bit sunnier and warmer than when we first arrived, suddenly I became thankful that I had opted to wear a sundress. Lucius and Narcissa were already sitting at a small round table, Draco sat down beside Narcissa leaving me a place between him and his father. Lucius had the sleeves of his white button up rolled up, on the inner side of his left forearm I saw the beginnings of what looked like a tattoo. When he saw me looking his cleared his throat and rolled down his sleeve. Is that the Dark Mark?
"Let's eat, shall we," he said looking at me and waving his hand over the table, food and plates began to appear. Aside from the questions that Narcissa asked Draco and I ("How's your term going?" "Has your house had a good Quidditch season?" "Any idea what you might want to do after Hogwarts?") we ate mostly in silence. I let Draco answer for the both of us while I admired the colorful fragrant flowers surrounding the patio. I've never seen any flowers like these before.
"That, my dear," Lucius said clearing his throat "Is Aconite, also known as Wolfsbane," he said. It was almost as if he was reading my mind.
"Its beautiful," I said admiring it.
"That it is, but don't let it's beauty fool you, it's leaves are incredibly toxic."
He continued to tell me about it's healing properties and how useful it is in potion making. "It's extremely had to find and even harder to grow. But Narcissa," he patted her hand, snapping her out of her conversation with Draco "Is an amazingly talented gardener" he took the opportunity to complement his wife making her blush.
We stayed out on the patio for a while, well after the food disappeared, Draco and Narcissa immersed in their own conversation as Lucius continued to tell me about the plants in their garden. "You know Y/N, I would love to take you on a tour of the gardens." He offered, standing up and stretching out his hand toward me.
"That would be lovely Mr. Malfoy," I smiled and got up to take him up on his offer, but was interrupted before I could.
"Mr. Malfoy," The same elf that had welcomed Draco and I into the manor came out on the patio "You have a guest."
"Oh, yes. Take him to my study." he instructed the elf, then he turned to me "Perhaps I shall give you a tour another time." Lucius smiled at me before heading off into the manor.
"C'mon," Draco stood up and took my hand "Let's go to my room and watch a movie instead."
***
"Oh my God. Right there. Please don't stop" I moaned as he thrusted into me. His hand was around my throat, restricting my airway. His cock was buried deep inside of me, hitting the spot that made me see stars. His bed frame was tapping against his wall with every thrust. "I'm so close. Please Daddy, don't stop" I was nearing my orgasm. I could feel it coming closer, and closer, but before it could come I opened my eyes. I was dreaming, that's all that this was, a dream.
The events of the night and the guilt from my dream began to flood my mind.
I was exhausted from traveling and left Draco's room halfway through the movie to go take a nap, a nap which I awoke from only because I was having wet dreams about his dad. A wave of guilt washed over me when I felt how wet I was. He was married for crying out loud and I just met him this morning. I was getting all hot and bothered by nothing more than a silly little school girl crush. Still there was no way I was going to be able to go to sleep if I didn't get myself off.
My fingers traveled down to my panties and I began to lightly touch my clit through the material. I tried to focus on something besides the older Malfoy, but my mind kept wandering back to him, imagining that these were his fingers instead of mine. Imagining that he was the one making me feel good, just like he was in the dream. "Fuck Lucius." I moaned quietly.
I slipped my panties off and touched my clit without the barrier of the cloth. I could now feel how wet I was properly, and I was only growing wetter by the thought of Lucius touching me. Any guilt that I had felt earlier left my mind, now I was only focused on my growing pleasure. My index and ring finger began rubbing circles on my clit, my other hand moved up to my mouth to muffle any noises that may come out.
I imagined Lucius traveling his hand down to my hole, his veins bulging just like they were when he shook my hand. "Such a dirty fucking slut for me." I imagined him saying "Fucking your best friends dad while he sleeps in the room beside of us." My index finger slipped into my hole and I made quick work to find my g-spot. Just like that Lucius. You make me feel so good.
I slid another finger into myself and began to thrust them in and out of my tight hole. My other hand came down from my mouth and began to tease my clit. I continued at a steady pace and soon I felt my self nearing an orgasm. You're going to make me cum Daddy.
I moaned his name as white heat filled my body. My back arched, my eyes rolled back, my thighs began to shake uncontrollably. I continued to pump my fingers in and out of my hole and rub my clit until I came down from my high. I went to the bathroom to wash my hands and came back to my bed to try and get some sleep. Half hoping that Lucius Malfoy doesn't plague anymore of my dreams and half hoping that he does.
***
My thighs were sticky with arousal when I got up in the morning, so I took a shower to wash them off. I hummed appreciatively as the hot water, flowing from all three shower heads, cascaded down my body making my muscles and mind relax. I washed myself in lavender scented soap and washed my hair with shampoo of the same scent.
By the time I got out of the shower I smelled just like a field of flowers and decided to choose an outfit that looked just as good as I smelled. I decided on wearing a white turtleneck with a tan plaid pleated skirt and black Doc Martens. I put on my favorite pair of earrings and chose the small silver ring that Draco got me in fifth year to go with the outfit. Just when I had finished putting a little bit of makeup on, Draco came through the door. "Ever heard of knocking?" I asked him playfully.
"Who are you all dressed up for?" He asked completely ignoring the question I asked him.
"No one." I half lied. I mainly dressed this way for myself, when I looked good I felt good, but Mr. Malfoy seeing me in my whole ensemble may or may have not been an added bonus. Of course I didn't tell Draco this, I don't know what reaction he would have if I told him that I had a wet dream about his father and now I'm dressing up to get his attention, but I'm sure that it would not be a positive one.
"Well are you almost done dressing up for no one, because we are going to be late for breakfast." I nodded and began to organize the makeup on the vanity like it was yesterday. "Don't bother," Draco told me "The house elves will get it. C'mon, I'm starving."
"You're over dramatic, is what you are." I mumbled, following him as he led me into the dining room where Lucius was sitting at the head of the table and Narcissa was sitting to his right. I don't know if it is just wishful thinking, but I'm pretty sure he looked me up and down as I walked in, either way butterflies began to form in my stomach and a blush dusted over my cheeks. Lucius was looking better than ever this morning, he was wearing a black button-up which made his blue eyes and platinum hair stand out.
"Good morning, you two." Narcissa greeted Draco and I as we sat down at the table, Draco sat to the left of his father and I sat beside of Draco. Food began to appear on the table, like it did yesterday. I couldn't help but notice that this was way more food than just four people needed. I wondered if they were trying to show off because they had a guest or if this was what breakfast was like everyday at the Malfoys'.
I avoided Mr. and Mrs. Malfoys' gaze all through breakfast, too guilty to look either of them in the eye. Narcissa had treated me with nothing but kindness and here I was imagining myself fucking her husband and even going to far as to wear a slutty little outfit to get his attention. Is it working Mr. Malfoy, I thought, do you wanna fuck me now?
My gaze flickered up to the long-haired man sitting at he head of the table, I almost swore he had been smirking. I shook my head, I was being stupid. Narcissa Malfoy was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen, hell I'm surprised I had a wet dream about her husband rather than her. Mr. Malfoy would never want a silly little seventh year when he could have her.
"What's everyone planning for today?" Narcissa asked as we were finishing up our food. Draco shrugged and mumbled something that sounded like "ionknow."
Lucius looked at me and smiled, "I do believe that I owe someone a tour of the gardens." I looked up from where I had been looking down at my lap, if I had been blushing before it was nothing compared to now, I could feel the heat rushing toward my cheeks. "How about it, little one?" he asked. I nodded.
Mr. Malfoy got up and came around to where I was sitting, he offered me his hand and I took it, allowing him to lead me around to the back of the house and into the garden. The fragrant scent of flowers hit my nostrils and I breathed in deeply.
We walked slowly, so that I could take in the beauty of each of the plants in the garden, only talking when Mr. Malfoy was telling me about each of them. Only when we got to the middle of the garden, and we could no longer see the manor, did Mr. Malfoy start making small talk.
"The gardens are a totally different experience at night, I usually take walks in them to clear my mind. I almost came to get you so that you could go with me last night, but when I got to your room I discovered you to be rather busy."
His last sentence caught me off guard and I let go of his hand. (Which I didn't realize that I had been holding, but now that I wasn't I wish I had been paying more attention when I was.) He's not talking about what I think he is talking about, right? He didn't hear me, did he? I didn't say his name, did I? Fuck.
"Have you ever heard of legilimency?" he asked me out of nowhere. I nodded. Of course I had we learned all about it in Defense Against the Dark Arts during 6th year. We even practiced occlumency, all though I was never much good at it. "Have you ever met a legilimens?" he asked me.
I shook my head, "Not that I know of."
He held out his hand to me, "Well now you have."
I completely disregarded his hand. "Y-you can read minds?" He only nodded. That was it, I was in deep shit now. He didn't know the things that I had been thinking about him, did he? My worst fears were confirmed when he spoke.
"Imagine my surprise when I came to get you last night and found you touching yourself to the thought of me." Suddenly the ground started to look very interesting, so interesting that I just couldn't bring myself to take my eyes off of it. "Do you realize how hard I had to restrain myself from bursting into your room and taking you right there? Right there, where my wife and son could hear."
He grabbed my chin and forced me to look up at him. His pupils were dilated, eclipsing his brilliant blue irises. He had a look in his eye that I couldn't describe as he looked down at me. "Then you came prancing downstairs in that slutty little outfit, practically begging me to fuck you, and once again I had to stop myself from taking you right there at the table for everyone to see."
Wetness started to pool in my underwear from his words and display of dominance. My thighs clenched together involuntarily. Lucius' eyes bore into mine. I smirked to myself, so my outfit worked huh?
He ran his tongue across the inside of his cheek and let out a low growl that turned into a chuckle. "Yes, your bloody outfit worked." I was taken aback still not expecting him to be reading my mind. His hand moved from my chin down to my throat and he leaned down so that his mouth was next to my ear. "Do you want to do this?" his voice was barely above a whisper.
I nodded. "Here?" I asked him looking around. There was nothing but shrubs and hedges for as far as I could see, there was no way we could do it here unless we did it on the ground and Mr. Malfoy didn't seem like the type to get dirty. Furthermore, this was an expensive skirt and my turtleneck was white for crying out loud.
"I mean I wasn't serious about fucking you in front of Narcissa and Draco, but if you really want to love, I'm not entirely opposed." he suggestively raised his eyebrows.
I shook my head. "I-I don't want to get my clothes dirty."
He shook his head and sighed, but he was smiling. "You are something else. Do you know that, Princess?" I nuzzled my head into his neck, embarrassed. "Follow me," he said, grabbing my hand and leading me through the maze that is the garden.
He stopped when we reached what looked to be a small guest house. He pulled his wand out of his pocket and cast "Alohomora." Inside of the guest house was a small kitchenette, a queen sized bed, and a small bathroom. I barely had time to take the place in before I was being slammed up against the door with is lips crashing against mine. His tongue licked my bottom lip, asking for permission to enter, which I eagerly let him have.
The kiss was rough and needy. He tasted like the pancakes that he had for breakfast and something that I could only describe as him, he tasted good and I wanted more. Every once in a while I would work up the courage to battle his tongue for dominance, a battle which he always one. His teeth would occasionally bite at my lip, eliciting a moan from me. His hands were tangled in my hair.
Eventually he worked his way from my lips to my jawline, where he began to suck and bite, leaving marks that would be a pain in the ass to hide later. "Jump." he growled into my ear. I complied and he carried me over to the bed and sat me down in front of it. "Strip." he commanded.
I obeyed. He sat on the bed and watched as I got undressed, not bothering to do the same. When I got down to nothing but my underwear I stopped and looked at him expectantly. "Did I tell you to stop?" he asked his voice deep and laced with dominance. "Guess I'm just going to have to do it myself."
He got up from the bed before I could object and unclasped my bra. He groaned as my tits sprang free from their confines. His warm mouth immediately latched itself to my right nipple, his cold hand began to knead my left one, leaving me shivering from the contrast of temperatures.
I threw my head back as his tongue traced circles around it. His hand and mouth switched places as he began to give the other one the same attention. He pulled away once he was satisfied, leaving me moaning at the loss of contact.
"What's wrong, Princess?" his tone was mocking "Don't want me to stop touching you? Did it feel good?" I nodded. "Use your words."
"Y-yes sir." He grabbed the sides of my face and squeezed causing my mouth to open.
"Filthy fucking slut." he growled as he spit in my mouth. I swallowed it and he brushed my hair out of my face and gave me a light peck on the lips, his dominance faltering for half a second. He slid his index finger inside the waistband of my panties and I felt the cold metal of his rings against my stomach.
I expected him to pull them down, but instead he harshly pulled up, causing them to rip. "Hey." I whined, "I really liked those."
"Shut up, slut." he delivered a hard slap to my ass causing me to wince. "I'll buy you a new pair." He rubbed my, now sore, buttocks.
I reached out and grasped at the material of his shirt, wanting nothing more than to see him undressed. "Can I?" I asked as my finger traced the top button. He grunted his assent and I began to undo the button. He lifted his head up to give me more room to work and I caught a view of his Adam's apple, before I could help myself my mouth dove toward his neck and I began to leave marks of my own. His moans were only encouraging me to go on and I continued to suck and bite at his neck while my hands continued to work open his shirt.
Only when I got to the last button on his shirt, did I pull away so that he could shrug his shirt off. When he did I got to see the tattoo on his forearm completely, so it was the Dark Mark. I ran my finger over it and Lucius shivered. "Did it hurt?" I asked still analyzing it.
"Yea," he said shortly, avoiding my eyes, clearly it wasn't something that he wanted to talk about. I ran my finger over it one last time, then I sunk down on my knees and began to undo his belt, the buckle of which has two serpents intertwined both with emerald eyes, they looked similar to his cane, which I noticed just now that he hadn't brought with him. Where's your cane?
He looked down at me and raised his eyebrows "Why have a cane if your not going to use it?" he asked me the same thing that I had asked him in my head, about this time yesterday. I only smiled and shook my head. When I had his belt unbuckled I began to palm him through his pants, making him bite his lip as he bit back a moan. He held his hands behind his back clearly trying to restrain himself from taking control. Fuck he's hot.
I saw his lips stretch into a smile, "You think so, babygirl?" he cooed. I only nodded and began to unzip his trousers and pull them down to his thighs. I pressed kisses along his V-line and I made eye contact with him and pulled on the waistband of his underwear with my teeth. My mouth was just inches away from his already large and still growing bulge. I let go of the waistband and it snapped against him. He looked down at me with dark eyes and blown pupils. "Oh, so you want to play like that, huh?"
"Like what?" I batted my eyelashes up at him innocently. He caught his bottom lip in his teeth and looked at me before his reserve snapped. His hands came around from behind him and he quickly pulled down his underwear allowing his impressive length to spring free. I barely even had time to take in its size before he grabbed my hair and forced his dick into my mouth mouth and down my throat. My nose touched the base of his cock and tear spilled from my eyes.
"Seems like someone needs reminding who is in charge here." his voice was breathy and dominant. "Here's the rules, seeing as your mouth is being used for more important things, your safeword is going to be non-verbal." He pulled me off of his length and allowed me to catch my breath. "If you want to stop at any point, I want you to snap your fingers. Can you do that?" I nodded. "show me." He said and I snapped my fingers.
"Good girl." he praised and offered my his hand to pull me up from the floor. When I was standing he planted a quick kiss to my lips then he pushed me back so that the top half of my body was lying on the bed and my legs were dangling off. He got on his knees and settled himself between my legs. He licked a stripe up my pussy before pulling away.
"So tell me, what were you thinking about me doing to you while you touched yourself?" he was smirking.
"A-about this dream that I had."
"go on," he said prompting me to elaborate more.
***
I was in his room touching myself, profanities slipping from my lips. I was so close and in my orgasmic state I began to moan the name of the only person on my mind. "Lucius," I moaned, my voice echoing sinfully around the room. My eyes were tightly shut as my nimble fingers rubbed circles on my clit.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" a deep, thick voice rang out "Touching yourself in m bed, eh?" My eyes shot open, but I knew who it was before I even caught sight of him. I quickly pulled my hand away, as if that would somehow disguise what he had already seen me doing. He sat at the foot of the bed, "By all means don't stop on my account."
He motioned for me to continue, giving me a look that dared me to object. Slowly, I lowered my hand back down and rubbed circles on my clit through my panties. I could feel Lucius' eyes burning holes into me. I moved my panties aside to touch my clit without the wall of fabric. I slipped a finger into my hole to collect my wetness to use as lubrication. My head fell back when my hand met my clit, my mouth shaped in an "O".
My head snapped up when I heard a belt buckle rattling and my eyes met Lucius's before traveling down his torso to see him taking out his half hard cock. He was long and girthy, bigger than anyone whom I'd ever been with, and veins decorated his shaft. I watched as he pumped his cock until it was fully hard and stood at attention against his stomach.
My mouth watered at the sight, I wanted nothing more than to have him inside of me stretching out my inner walls. "Please," I looked up at him pleadingly.
"What do you want, Princess?" a cocky grin broke out onto his face.
"I want you to fuck me." I moaned. I was so focused on the pleasure building in my core the words were hard to find. I didn't have to ask twice though, because before I could even finish my sentence he was shifting positions and lining himself up with my heat. He used the head of his cock to collect some of my wetness before pushing inside of me and stretching my hole deliciously.
He gave me some time to adjust before pounding into me, starting slowly at first but then working up his pace. My eyes were rolling back into my head as he rubbed against my g-spot with every thrust. I clasped my legs around his back causing him to go deeper and hit places that he hadn't hit before.
"Oh my God. Right there. Please don't stop" I moaned as he thrusted into me. His hand was around my throat, restricting my airway. His cock was buried deep inside of me, hitting the spot that made me see stars. His bed frame was tapping against his wall with every thrust. "I'm so close. Please Daddy, don't stop" I was nearing my orgasm.
***
"I-I was touching mysel- oh fuck Lucius," I started but my sentence was cut off by Lucius burying his face between my legs and sucking on my clit.
He smacked my inner thigh causing me to yelp out of shock more than pain. "It's Sir, Daddy, or Mr. Malfoy to you. Do you understand?"
I nodded. "Yes Sir,"
"That's my good girl." he praised. "Now, I don't remember telling you that you could stop telling me about you dream." he returned his head to my soaking core.
"I was t-touching myself and you caught me," I was struggling to get the words out. My hand made it's way down to Lucius' silky hair and entangled itself in it keeping his head right where I wanted it, at my sopping core. "And... and you made me touch myself while you watched." I spoke slowly knowing that that would be the only way that I could get the words out. I came from his tongue, and began to slip deeper into subspace and I think Lucius knew it.
"Your overactive mind isn't so active now is it?" he asked me in a mocking tone that sounded almost like baby talk. "All I have to do is touch you and you turn into a dumb little puppy, eager to obey my every command, don't you?"
I wanted to object but I couldn't bring myself to, knowing that what he said was true. "Let's test that then, shall we?" he asked me rhetorically. "Turn around and get on all fours." He stood up and I did as I was told. Without any warning he pushed into me. He grabbed a fist full of my hair at the base of my neck and pulled my head back. His mouth was close to my ear and I could feel his hot breath on my face. "You don't cum until I say you can, understood?"
All I could do was give a small nod, as he was still holding my hair in a vice like grip. He began to jackhammer into me, not bothering to work up to his pace. His hands were on my waist guiding me down onto his length. His chest was pressed up against my back and I could feel his hair tickling my shoulders.
He would whisper praises into my ear as he fucked himself into me, causing me to moan and whimper. I started to fuck myself back onto his cock on my own, without the guidance of his hands on my waist, causing him to groan and throw his head back with pleasure.
He changed our position and I was now lying on my back with him between my legs, like in my dream. From this position I was able to take in the beauty of the man in front of me. Seeing the way that his brows scrunched together when he was going exceptionally fast and how he bit his lip when he would thrust upwards, aiming for my g-spot and hitting it every time.
I was drawing exceptionally close to my orgasm and I could feel my walls starting to clench around him. "Not yet," was all he said. I whined. "You'll cum when I say so, and not until then."
I began to tremble involuntarily, trying my best to hold off my orgasm until he gave me the "okay". His thrusts were becoming sporadic and I could tell he was getting closer. "Are you on contraception?" he asked me, his tone was laced with genuine concern. I nodded and his cocky smirk returned. He reached on hand down and grabbed my neck squeezing lightly, the other came down and began to rub shapes on my clit.
My orgasm was closer than ever before and I could no longer hold it in anymore, I began to cry out. Lucius relented "Yes, yes, cum for me, little one." I came as soon as he gave me permission and the word "Daddy" spewed sinfully from my lips. A few more thrusts and Lucius came, pulling out only when he was finished and collapsed on the bed beside of me.
I closed my eyes until I caught my breath, reliving what we had just done while it was still fresh in my mind. When I finally opened my eyes I looked over to see a smiling Lucius. "You did so good for me." he praised as he pulled me close to him. I hid my blush and smile in the crook of his neck. "Let's get you cleaned up, okay Princess? How does a hot bath sound?" I sighed and mumbled a small "good." while silently cursing myself for waiting this long to meet Draco's parents.