I had to admit, I was surprised. I hadn't expected such a huge progress when she first arrived, dressed in clothing of my choice. Her unconscious weight pressing on me was pleasant, one that tempted me to maintain the position, allowing myself to enjoy the tickling warmth of her beautiful body. Still, I decided against it, because it would be a pity to miss such a beautiful opportunity passively when I could do much more.
After casting a spell to get rid of her remaining clothes, I walked to the bathroom, holding Fleur in my arms in a bridal hold, the way her naked skin rubbing mine making it hard to stay on the plan. Still, I kept my desires back, what was the point of living if you fulfilled every desire as soon as they occurred. A minute later, I was in the bathroom. I filled the bathtub with a lazy wave of my wand while simultaneously expanding it, adding bubbles and bath salts as the next step, even though I wasn't perfectly happy about their necessity. They were going to hide Fleur's spectacular body from my eyes for a while, a detail that I didn't like despite its criticality.
But once again, the long terms need of the plan triumphed. It was important for Fleur to be able to relax next to me, and that would be almost impossible while her body was on display. Bubbles would give just enough cover to prevent a freak-out, while keeping her aware that a careless movement could get rid of the cover she relied on to stay hidden. Just what I needed to subject her after the latest moment we had shared. With that in mind, I carefully placed her in the bathtub until her chest was barely submerged, and then sat across her, our legs touching. The bathtub was large enough for us to be comfortable, but not large enough so she could avoid touching me.
I waved my wand for the one last time, adding a jacuzzi-like effect to it, then leaned back, waiting for her consciousness to return after the latest round of playing. There was a huge smile on her lips as her eyes opened, though she looked like she might elect to return to her sleep any second, an unacceptable development, I had no intention spending hours in the bathtub while she caught up with her sleep. "Good morning, sleepyhead," I said, unable to keep a smug smile off my face. It was hard to not to feel pride after pushing a breathtaking beauty to the unconsciousness with just my touch.
Her eyes forced open in panic. "Malfoy-," she said in a panic as she tried to stand up, only to slip even deeper in the water, unbalanced, her coughing stealing rest of her sentence. She was wheezing and sputtering as she rose, though in her panic, she probably missed the fact that she had risen more than what could be called appropriate, revealing her tits to my gaze, partially hidden by the bubbles that managed to stick her naked skin.
It was a mouth-watering view, a fact I had no problem informing Fleur about, no words necessary. It took a second for her to realize I was avoiding her eyes, focusing on her chest instead, and another second passed before she could process what that meant. She sank in the water in a hurry, even her chin hidden under the bubble. "Come on, sweetheart," I said in a casual tone. "Isn't it a bit late for to be ashamed of your own body, not that you have anything to be ashamed, of course."
As usual, the casual compliment brought another deep blush to her face. Well, it enhanced the previous one that was already there, not a surprising fact considering the details of the situation. "Still," she managed to murmur. "I need to dress and go, we're finished."
"If you prefer so," I said, but she made no move to get out of the water, no doubt not wanting to keep her body hidden from me. Unfortunately for her, it only made me more enthusiastic about the situation. Seeing that no movement was incoming, I let my hands sink under the water, traveling until they reached to her foot. I took a hold of her delicate appendage and brought my hands closer to the surface, her gaze focused on her own toe currently peeking out of the foam barrier. I let my finger dance over the sole of her feet, making me glad that massage was one of the skills I had attained in my past life.
"I need to go," she repeated once more, but compared to this one, even her panicked exclaim at the first one came across as one of the finest examples of decisiveness. It was a weak, trembling statement, clear that she didn't say because she believed it, but said because it needed to be said, so that later on, she could rationalize the moment in her mind. I decided to allow her to have that moment, it was nothing more than a symbolic gesture of pride after the armistice was signed.
"You can always go after resting a bit to catch your breath," I answered, even as I pressed my fingers deeper into her skin. Soon, she forsook her ability to speak in lieu of biting her lips. Still, I received my answer in the form of a nod, doing its best to come across reluctant. Not a task that she was able to succeed much.
My fingers continued their dance on their dance after switching to her other foot. "Do you want to have any wine," I asked, pointing to the small table that was just outside her reach, holding an exquisite vintage of rose wine. She nodded and reached, one hand pressing to the edge of the tube for stability as she rose, the other reaching for the wine, her breasts on display once more. I didn't know whether she missed that detail or didn't care, but both of the options were attractive in their own manner, but also showed that I needed to hasten my plan.
When I completed massaging her calves and moved to her thighs -a time which she managed to drain more than half of the bottle-, her attempts to act like it wasn't affecting her was long forsaken. Her face was a mask of pleasure, her arms clasped on the edge of the tub, one only leaving for occasional sips from the wine, not caring a bit the fact that the cover of bubbles getting thinner and thinner, displaying a delicious silhouette crawling under the water.
It suited me perfectly, as I climbed up on her thighs, just at the edge of her nether lips, but carefully avoiding to touch. The expression on her face was delicious, losing all traces of the struggle, enjoying the moment. Of course, the pure bliss was replaced with frustration when the minutes rolled but I deliberately avoided her most sensitive spot despite repeatedly alluding for it. For the first time in the bathtub, she raised her gaze to met mine, questioning. I just shrugged, my smug smile telling the complete story. If she wanted me to bring her to the climax, she had to ask for it. Otherwise, she would return home with an unfilled need burning her heart.
It took less than ten seconds for her to fold. "Draco," she murmured in a voice barely above a whisper. "Is it possible for me to complete the third part of the deal as well?"
I nodded, amused that she managed to find a way that didn't come across pure horniness. Appearances were important, even if we both knew the reality behind it. I patted my lap and moved a bit forward. She sat on legs, her own wrapped around my waist. I wouldn't lie, I was tempted, with her pussy, burning with desire, just an inch away from my shaft. It would be so easy to lift her butt, and slid inside her in one smooth motion. But I had a better plan for now. I leaned back and waited for her to start.
The wait wasn't long. One of her hands wrapped around my shaft almost instantly, moving up and down, while her other hand reached for her own slit. Again, unacceptable, I thought and gently grabbed her wrist, and shook my head. She looked at me in askance, but it was replaced with pleasure when she realized where my other hand was. I started tracing the edges of her lips, each touch enhanced with the touch of the water. Her second hand joined the first, sometimes grabbing the base, sometimes shifting to my balls. The level of improvement she was showing was unbelievable, her earlier wooden movements were left to dust as her hands danced over my shaft. There was still a lot that could be improved in terms of skill, of course, but her burning enthusiasm was enough for now.
Still, I was surprised when she slid closer, her slit pressing to the side of my shaft, riding the edge up and down. The situation was already hard, so her push proved enough to destroy the barrier, and I dirtied the water white. Of course, I wasn't alone on that. Noticing my impending orgasm, I quickened the movement of my fingers, bringing her over the cliff with me. She started trembling as the climax hit her with the full force, and her arms wrapped around my torso to balance.
Always an opportunistic, I leaned forward and captured her lips. This time, there wasn't even a hint of struggle as my lips slowly teased hers, joining the dance with no hesitation. Time passed, and my shaft returned back to life, but her only reaction was to wrap one hand around it and teasing lazily, the kiss stretching long.
Then, without an outside reason, she pulled back, her face filled with guilt. She must have realized the exact position she had been in, after all, sharing a slow, sensual kiss in a bathtub didn't really fit the convenient narrative of blackmail. "I need to go," she whispered in panic and jumped out of the tube. "See you in three days," I shouted behind her, enjoying the way her assets were tumbling as she dashed away. Then, I started planning the details of the plan, as the next scene was going to be the conclusion of our little game…
With Fleur gone, I had nothing else to for the night, so I went back to the library, studying the books I had pilfered from the Black library, filled with an amazing range of spells and concepts, though most of them were quite freaky, they were nevertheless effective. Satisfied thanks to the success of Fleur's plan, I decided not to bother with visiting Hermione tonight, though Narcissa was a different story.
With my business in the library done, I apparated directly to Narcissa's bedroom. I was surprised to find her lying on her bed face down, her butt risen high for easy access, her fingers going in an out to attain release. I didn't lose any time, of course. Dismissing my pants with a push, I was behind her before she could even start reacting, pushing my shaft balls-deep into her tunnel. Her mouth, opened to say something, instead, let out a loud moan. I grabbed her hair and pressed her head on the pillow, muffling her moans, though they were loud even in their reduced state.
Most of the road already completed, her climax came unsurprisingly quick. But I didn't give her any time to gather herself, continuing to slamming inside her in a frantic pace. She managed to turn her head and managed to whisper. Though her words disappeared in the loud noise of my rhythm, I realized that she was asking for a break.
A hard spank was her answer. "Are you presuming to order me, slut!" I said in a sharp tone, enjoying the way she wilted under my words, especially since I could feel her getting even tighter. "Good," I exclaimed and continued my assault, pelting her ass with occasional spanks, her moans getting louder as her ass got redder. "Damn, you're kinky," I said. She really was, though that schmuck Lucius was too busy kissing Voldemort's ass to ever notice. Just a few soft manipulations, and she was crawling in pleasure as a man that she thought as her son impaled her without mercy.
I was curious how long it would take to train her until she would follow my every order without blinking, no matter how degrading. I didn't expect for her to hold out for long.
The next three days passed in a blur as I run around both the magical and normal world, trying to set up the inception steps of several of my plans. I spent almost half-a-day in William Weasley's prison, hidden behind the cloak of invisibility, casting a wide range of subtle, but insidious curses over him, helped by the fact that he was exhausted in the prison. I was so tempted to make him watch the tapes I had made with Fleur, as his expression of anguish while watching his wife rubbing herself on my shaft in her own violation would have been fun. Still, I held myself back. William Weasley still had an important part to play in my plans.
Then came the evening where Fleur was going to entertain me once again, the one before the last time according to our deal. I heard the sharp crack of apparition ringing in the opening, announcing the presence of my guest. Admittedly, I was curious about the way she dressed. It had been three days since I had seen her, a period my hold on her either waned in the absence of reinforcement, or got even stronger due to her desire.
Then, she turned the corner, and I nodded in appreciation. Apparently, the hold of desire got stronger. She was dressed in an almost complete opposite of the way I had forced her to dress, white and silk replacing black and leather, but the result was no less impressive. No, I corrected myself as I examined her long silk dress, waving gently with her each step. She was even sexier that way. The leather ensemble, sexy as it was, hadn't been a concept that fit her well. She was neither rebellious enough, nor jaded enough to pull the look. A semi-transparent silk dress, riddled with strategic openings, was much different. She walked like a dream towards me, a determination I could read in her face like an open book. She realized our encounters were about to end, and she decided to enjoy them to max without feeling guilty. After all, she was doing all to save her husband, which was a very noble goal. Where was the harm if she took a bit of pleasure.
Of course, when she stood in front of me and say on my lap without a word, these thoughts took the backseat, unable to fight against the beauty of the moment. She leaned forward, her lips parted just right, acting like she was about to kiss me, only to pull back at the last second, curling mischievously. I could have pulled her hair and forced her into a kiss, but didn't, happy to see she was finally showing some initiative. She leaned over me once more, again missing my lips at the last second, this time, her lips leaving the ghost of a kiss on my cheek.
Then, she stood up, and walked towards the wireless, scrambling until she came across a sensual music. When she walked back towards me, her whole mannerism was different. She was more real and dreamlike at the same time, even watching her spellbound walk enough to kill a lesser man. I, on the other hand, just leaned back and enjoyed the show as she glided across the room, her long skirt enhancing the illusion even more. She twirled, turned, twisted, all the while my manhood imitating granite.
Then, her hands found the straps of her dress, pushing them to the side, and her dress slid off her like a dream, leaving her in just her underwear, a thin lacy set that failed to hide anything, while managing to make her features even more striking. From the expression she had, I could see that it was her objective from the start.
After she made sure that her mode of dress had the exact impact she wanted, she took her rightful seat once more, her lips separated by a hair's breadth, a distance she refused to pass. I didn't push her either, wanting to see the limits she was going to push. Her hips started rocking, sending shocks of pleasure across my body, so overwhelming that I would have creamed already if I wasn't used to her splendor. Even with that, it was a struggle, a beautiful, heart-stopping struggle, but a struggle nevertheless.
Minutes passed during her dance over my lap, then she grabbed my hands and put them on her legs, her gaze hungry, inviting. I took the invitation and started exploring her body. At the same time, her hands removed my buttons one by one, leaving my torso naked. Her hands continued caressing my chest, but this time, her nails entered into the equation, dragging over my skin hard enough to leave thick red tracks behind. But no words of protest departed my lips, letting her do as she wished. Meanwhile, my hands explored her body with feather-light touches, treating her like a crystal angel that could turn into dust in a careless touch.
Then, she stood off my lap, the dress sliding off her body, leaving her naked in all of her glory. I could see her eyes flashing with arousal, her slit dripping with passion. All told, a really tempting vision. Which was why it was a bit annoying for an owl fly inside, carrying a letter for me. "Good news," I told her, annoyed despite being the one that set up the plan this way. "Your husband had been let out from the observatory, and sent back to home a couple hours ago." Fleur froze in shock, the expression of regret drowning her arousal as she stood motionless.
Just as I planned.