Title: Naughty Narcissa
Author: scarletladyy
Pairing: Lucius/Narcissa
Word Count: 1,820
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: BDSM
Summary: When Witch Weekly distracts Narcissa enough that she's forgotten one of his most basic rules, Lucius knows he has to do something about it.
Author's notes: Written for fluffyllama for smutty_claus 2011. A huge thanks to both the mod and my beta.

As soon as Narcissa heard the sound of the Floo in the drawing room, she scrambled down the stairs and ran towards it immediately. She should have been keeping an eye on the time, and already be there, kneeling on the floor as requested, but she'd been too busy reading Witch Weekly. It was a rare treat, one that Lucius allowed her on occasion, and she knew she wouldn't get it again for quite some time if he realised that was why she was not waiting for him.

Lucius was never late. He was always, always on time, and she should have been too. When she entered the drawing room, having taken a moment to compose herself behind the door, she lowered her eyes and sank to the carpeted floor. He stood exactly where she should have been kneeling, and so she chose to kneel in front of him instead.

There was silence, and without a look at his face, Narcissa had no way of telling how angry he was until he spoke. After what felt like an eternity, he did, in a low, calm voice. "Naughty, naughty Narcissa. Explain."

"I got distracted, Sir," she said quietly, hoping to be able to get away with just that. When several moments of silence followed, Narcissa knew she had to expand on her statement. "I was reading Witch Weekly."

"The treat I gave you?" She nodded, and he tutted loudly. "I can't go giving you treats if it's going to distract you from your duties, now, can I, Narcissa?"

"No, Sir." Narcissa didn't dare raise her head or even attempt to glance upwards. She knew she was already in trouble and she didn't want to make things worse.

"Fetch me the magazine," Lucius said harshly. She obeyed at once, curtseying and then calmly walking out the room before making a run towards the study. She sloppily grabbed the offending magazine and went as fast as she could back to the drawing room. In the split second before she lowered her eyes she noticed Lucius had taken the armchair closest to the fireplace. "Show me the exact article you were reading. The one that drew your attention away from obeying me."

Ashamed, Narcissa sank to her knees once more and found the article. It was about the latest style among Witches (jade green robes) and what was currently out of fashion (purple robes). She placed it on the floor in front of her and pushed it towards his feet.

"I see." Lucius bent down and picked it up, presumably taking a look at the content. It was only a second later that he carelessly tossed it towards the floor. "And you thought that style was more important than me, did you?"

"No, Sir." Of course she didn't, she loved Lucius with all her heart. She'd just got sidetracked, that was all.

"It doesn't look that way. Undress." His voice was commanding and masterful, and she obeyed at once. She stood and took off her robes how she knew he liked; flicking her hips and twisting her hair as she did so. There was no point in doing something if you didn't go all out. "Kneel and place the magazine below your cunt."

Narcissa was confused, and hesitated a moment, but a simple throat clearing from Lucius sent her into action. She didn't know why he was making her do this, but she did as she was told. When put into position, she glanced down and saw a stunning jade green robe between her legs.

"Play with yourself." His order was simple, and yet she found it so hard to obey. It was just odd; she didn't understand why he was asking her to do this. "Now, Narcissa."

The tone he used suggested he wasn't messing about, and she placed a finger on her clit. She was a little aroused, as she always was around Lucius, and her genitals welcomed the stimulation. She closed her eyes as she rubbed her index finger around her little nub; she was always embarrassed to be seen so intimately, even by her husband. They'd only been married a few months, though, so she expected her shame to go in time.

"Faster," Lucius commanded, and even though her eyes were shut she knew he was watching her intently. Watching her cunt grow wet with arousal, her lips grow puffy and her clit grow in size. Being exposed like this, while completely humiliating, was a massive turn on for Narcissa, and it didn't take long until she was fighting not to come. She needed permission to release herself, and considering she'd broken one of Lucius' rules, she didn't expect him to be so generous. "Stop."

It took all of Narcissa's strength to pull her finger from her now wet and aching cunt, but she did it. She didn't want to disappoint Lucius again today.

"Look at your magazine."

When Narcissa obeyed, she blushed profusely and quickly looked away again. The style page on jade green and purple robes was now splayed with her juices, effectively ruining the magazine.

"Does it look so interesting now?" taunted Lucius. "Tell me, Narcissa. Which do you find more appealing—myself, or the magazine covered in your arousal?"

Narcissa blushed again and bent her head even further towards the ground. She was burning in humiliation, and yet she knew he expected a response. "You, Sir."

"Good," Lucius said after several long seconds of silence. He stood and walked over to her, opening his robes and unbuttoning his trousers as he did so. "Turn around and get on all fours. Like the bitch you are."

Narcissa's clit twitched at his words. The fact that him degrading her turned her on was all the more humiliating, and she didn't even think it was possible to blush any more.

"No," Lucius began when she moved to the right of Witch Weekly. "I want your cunt directly over that magazine. Teach you a lesson."

"Yes, Sir," Narcissa said quietly. She looked between her legs to make sure she was placed correctly, and Lucius shifted her a little more. When she was in perfect position, she felt his cock at her entrance. It stayed there for a few moments, teasing her, until he finally plunged forwards and into her. She was so wet there was no friction at all, and she moaned loudly in pleasure. She loved being filled. She needed it. Thankfully, Lucius was a perfect fit.

Lucius swiftly placed a hand on her left hip and tangled another in her hair, bringing her head up straight. She was forced to bend slightly upwards as he rode her like a bitch on heat, and this only served to increase her arousal even more. She grunted when he pulled her hair tightly, but the tingling between her legs proved she was getting off on the pain. She always did.

"Please, Sir," Narcissa began as her arousal and need to come grew. "Please, may I come, Sir?"

"Quiet!" Lucius said harshly, tightening his grip in her hair. She cried out in pain and silently cursed herself for being turned on by it. Sometimes it was a blessing and a curse, and right now, with her need to come so high, it was nothing but a curse. Sensing her frustration, Lucius decided to add to it by slapping her arse, and she held on as tightly as she could. She so desperately needed to come, but she was willing to forgo an orgasm if it pleased her Master. "You'll come when I say, and no sooner."

This gave Narcissa hope; perhaps he would let her come tonight. Perhaps she hadn't disappointed him as much as she'd thought. Regardless, she had done wrong and he was punishing her for it by ruining her favourite magazine, that she very rarely got, in the most degrading of ways. There was no way she could read it now, with her come stains all over it. She'd have to throw it out, Lucius had seen to that.

"God, Narcissa. I've been craving you all day. I can't believe you weren't there for me when I came home. What a naughty girl you are." He spanked her again, harder this time, causing her to moan loudly.

Another spank, a little off center, which told her he was near to coming. He always got a little sloppy as he grew towards his climax. If he was going to let her come he would let her know soon, but as his thrusts sped up and he fucked her harder and harder, it seemed less and less likely.

A loud groan emanated from Lucius and he pulled out of her cunt, exploding all over her beloved magazine. She looked down between her legs in shock; both that Lucius had pulled out and taken the stimulation away from her, and that he'd further ruined her magazine.

"Perhaps next time, Narcissa, you'll be waiting for me when I get home from work." Lucius muttered a cleaning spell on his cock and ridded himself of her juices, while his spunk lay drying on Witch Weekly. No longer could she read any of the words or really make out any of the robes; her juices and his come were covering most of the pages. "If you're good, I might let you come next time."

"Yes, Sir," Narcissa said obediently, but her sexual frustration and desperation to come seeped out through her words and her pained face. He smirked at her as he stood and began to dress, knowing that she was so very close and unable to relieve herself. It was forbidden for her to even masturbate without his permission, so she wouldn't be getting any release until he next decided to play with her and grant her that treat. Though after the last treat she'd received had caused her to forget his rules, she didn't foresee that in her near future.

"Remember, no masturbating and certainly no coming without my permission," Lucius reminded her as he headed towards the drawing room door. He was going to the study, she knew, as he usually did when he got home from work. "Oh, and you'll be wearing purple robes to the Ministry party this Saturday."

If it were possible, Narcissa's jaw would have dropped to the floor. Not only had he ruined her favourite magazine, refused her the privilege of taking his seed in her and not given her permission to orgasm, but he was going to force her to wear what had recently been declared out of fashion by Wizarding society's most read magazine.

Narcissa nodded her head to show she would obey him, and as much as she hated the idea of being humiliated in front of her friends and family, she knew that at the same time she'd be soaking wet and waiting until they got home so they could fuck.

Lucius knew her all too well.