Waiting | Lucius Malfoy

Chapter Thirty-One | Letters

"I don't know what you expect me to do, Guinevere. Unless you haven't already noticed, my hands are literally tied here."

Guinevere looked up from the desk to find Lucius standing in front of her, far more haggard than she'd ever seen him. His hands were bound with rope and she noticed a bead of sweat dripping from his forehead as he huffed impatiently.

"Lucius, I told you I couldn't help you."

"You're the one who cast the damn enchantment. Reverse it this instant."

"Say please."

"Please? You want me to say-" He groaned audibly. "You know what Guinevere, enough. I'll get the bloody house elf to sort it."

"Binky isn't going to listen to you, nor is she going to help you out of the predicament that you've found yourself in."

She supposed she should feel guilty about leaving Lucius in his uncompromising position, but she found that she couldn't. He'd been harassing her all morning attempting to get her to sign the sale of her flat and she'd decided to lash out in retaliation.

"Fine. I've learned my lesson. I shouldn't have handed you the parchment and asked for your signature without telling you explicitly what you were signing. I apologise."

"Good. Anything else you'd like to say?"

"I just think-"

"Ah, ah! I've told you several times that I don't require your opinion on this matter. I know you hate my flat, but until I decide to sell it, it will remain in my possession."

"But darling, you-"

"Spend all my nights at the Manor. Yes, I'm aware. However, I'm not ready to part with it yet and you said you were fine with that. I believe your words were something along the lines of," she paused and cleared her throat, lowering her tone several octaves. "Take all the time you need, my darling Guinevere. You're a grown, beautiful," she looked and found him tapping his foot impatiently with his mouth in a fine line. "Woman, and you should do it when you're ready."

"Very well. Now, release me."

"But where would be the fun in that?" She stood abruptly, smirking at him as he looked her up and down. He'd been too distressed earlier to notice that she was wearing a sheer blouse, which showed off the black lace of her bra under the lights of the study.

"I'm usually the one who finds pleasure in binding you against your will." He breathed, watching as she edged towards him.

"Indeed. But why should I let you have all the fun?" As she moved to stand directly in front of him, she stripped, kicking off her heels first, before shimmying out of her tailored trousers and blouse. Lucius licked his lips as she unclasped her bra and pulled down her satin knickers. He attempted to reach his hands towards her, but Guinevere was prepared and his binds tightened.

"Someone has been working on their non-verbal magic," he hummed, as his eyes took in the sight of her pebbled nipples. She intentionally posed, arching her back and spreading her legs slightly. Again, he reached for her.

"Ah, ah! Not yet. Sit." Lucius obliged, practically falling into the leather seat that sat not far behind him. She strode towards him, her arse swaying in time with her steps. He looked feral as he struggled with the ropes once more. Once again, they tightened. "Someone needs to loosen up a bit," she teased, moving to stand behind him, placing a hand on each of his shoulders.

She leaned over him, her hands running down the stiff linen of his shirt. As she reached his trousers, she palmed his length, pushing his buttons in all the right ways. "For me?" She chuckled, grasping his erection through the fabric, slowly moving her hand up and down his shaft.