The Dominants Game

Chapter 3

Part 6: The Next Move

Lucius Malfoy sat in the grand study of Malfoy Manor, the room filled with the scent of aged leather and old parchment. The flickering light from the fireplace cast long shadows across the walls adorned with portraits of his ancestors. It was his sanctuary, a place where he could plot and scheme away from prying eyes.

He leaned back in his high-backed chair, fingers steepled in contemplation. The memory of his lunch with Rosetta Rothschild lingered in his mind, her sharp wit and unwavering resolve sparking something deep within him. She was a challenge, and he thrived on challenges.

Lucius knew that a simple gift would not suffice to capture her interest. It had to be something that conveyed his intentions clearly and left a lasting impression. He smirked as an idea formed, reaching for a quill and parchment to pen a brief note.

The next morning, a beautifully wrapped package arrived at Rosetta's office. The wrapping was elegant, with dark green ribbon tied in a perfect bow.

Curious and apprehensive, Rosetta untied the ribbon and opened the box. Inside, nestled in black velvet, lay a pair of exquisitely crafted silver handcuffs.

Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she read the note that accompanied the gift: "For when the games become more interesting. – Lucius Malfoy."

The audacity of the gift left her momentarily speechless. She could feel her heart pounding as she imagined the implications of Lucius using the handcuffs on her.

The thought sent a thrill through her, despite her better judgment. Blushing furiously, she quickly stored the handcuffs away in a drawer, determined to maintain her composure.

Just as she was trying to calm her racing heart, there was a knock on her office door. Before she could respond, Lucius stepped inside, his presence filling the room. He closed the door behind him, his eyes immediately locking onto hers.

"Ms. Rothschild," he greeted, a sly smile playing on his lips. "I trust you received my gift."

Rosetta's eyes narrowed, her earlier embarrassment quickly turning to anger. "Mr. Malfoy, you are a presumptuous—"

Lucius closed the distance between them in an instant, his hand gripping her wrist firmly but not painfully. "Get a hold of yourself, Rosetta," he ordered, his voice low and commanding. "Raise your voice at me again, and you will regret it."

Rosetta's breath caught, her heart racing. The commanding tone in his voice and the intensity of his gaze left no room for argument. She felt a shiver run down her spine, a mix of fear and something she was reluctant to name.

"You may think you can intimidate or charm your way into getting what you want, but I am not one of your playthings," she managed to say, her voice steadier than she felt.

Lucius's smile widened, his eyes never leaving hers. "You are not a plaything, Rosetta. You are a formidable woman, and I respect that. But do not mistake my respect for weakness. I see potential in you, and I intend to explore it."

He released her wrist, and Rosetta took a step back, her cheeks still flushed. "This is not a game, Lucius. I will not be manipulated or controlled by you."

He chuckled softly, his voice rich and seductive. "Lines are meant to be crossed, my dear. And I do not concern myself with obstacles that can be overcome. Think carefully about the potential we have together."

With that, Lucius turned and left her office, leaving Rosetta seething with a mixture of anger and an undeniable thrill. She sat down heavily in her chair, the image of the handcuffs still vivid in her mind.