𝑶𝒃𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆

𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞

"Our driver is waiting for us." Lucius announced causally as the two walked towards the exit of the hotel.

"Where are we going?" Alycia asked curiously.

She clung to Lucius as they walked together, still not used to the toy inside of her.

"I guess you'll see when we get there." Lucius smirked and led the way to their limousine. "We have to make a stop to pick up a couple things, though."

Alycia nodded and smiled to herself, excited to see whatever it was that Lucius had planned. As always, the driver held the door open for the two and shut it behind them as they settled in.

Alycia shifted around uncomfortably since sitting was a whole new sensation she wasn't familiar with. Lucius noticed and very lowly chuckled, amused by how responsive the young woman was.

"Are you alright, dear?" He asked in a condescending tone.

Alycia rolled her eyes and crossed her legs.

"Just fine." She said dryly.

"That better not be an attitude you're developing." Lucius raised his head a little bit in order to look down on her.

Alycia took a deep breath and shook her head.

"It's not. It's just hard to think with this thing inside of me."

Which it was. She felt naughty wearing it while she was away from the privacy of her own room. It stimulated her just enough to keep her turned on and aroused without much effort.

"Be grateful it's not a vibrator yet."

Her eyes widened at his statement, which of course made him laugh.

His power over her is what really got her going, though. Her submissive side is at an all time high around the man, and it feels good to revel in it. To allow herself to let go of any power and control for Lucius to give it to her instead. The man has years on her— not to mention a son and an ex wife. He knows what he's doing, which helps ease her nerves when it comes to trying new things, like the buttplug she currently had in.

In a sick, twisted way, she looks up to him to be a caretakers of hers. She's only known the man for a few months, yet she found herself mindlessly giving in to all that he was as a person.

Her attraction to him has always been there, just suffocated by guilt and embarrassment... up until this point, that is. She'd heard stories of the man before she even met him and found high interest in him. She'd always thought he was one of the most attractive men she'd ever laid her eyes on. There was always this weird spark of excitement when there was an article written about him in The Daily Prophet, even if that article was about something boring like progress in his job.

When she ended up getting the job for him, she couldn't believe it. She could've sworn that he saw through her professional facade and into her soul during the interview. Something about the way his eyes penetrated her own. She thought that when he found those letters from her ex boyfriend that it was the end of her work with him entirely. Alycia was mortified.

Of course, until the exact moment he ripped up the pieces of the letter and made her clean it up. The way he stood still with her at his feet subconsciously told her all that she needed to know. And it was that very moment she felt herself break. She wanted him more than anything.

"A vibrator? In public?" She asked.

"You and I both know that you love the idea of being pleased in public. I know the thought of me forcing orgasms from you while you're forbidden to make any noises makes you wet, Alycia."