The Old Married CoupleAuthor: lunalovepotterCharacters/Pairings:
Draco Malfoy/Asteria MalfoyRating:
Hair pulling, bitingOther Warnings:
Light bondage, dominanceWord Count:
Since the birth of their son, the Malfoys have fallen into a rut. Asteria decides to spice things up to rekindle the spark. Author's Notes:
I took some liberty with Draco's middle name, as I couldn't find it anywhere in canon. Thank you to the fantastic luvscharlie
for the beta.
"Draco, we need to talk."
Draco sighed, feeling faintly annoyed by the interruption of what had been, until that point, a perfectly calm, if not ordinary, luncheon after seeing Scorpius off at the train station for his first year at Hogwarts. He didn't look up right away, instead listening as his wife set down her cup in its saucer with a gentle clink. Asteria cleared her throat. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her take her napkin out of her lap and set it down next to her bowl of soup. "Draco. Look at me please, would you?" she said.
Pursing his lips, Draco dabbed the corner of his mouth with his napkin and then replaced it in his lap. He'd been afraid of something like this; with Scorpius around, there hadn't been much need for them to engage in extended conversation, since Asteria had been so consumed with her role as mother to their only son that Draco had been free to go about his daily routine with limited interruption. With his father now living in Paris following the untimely death of his mother two years ago, Draco had been in charge of maintaining his father's business dealings and hadn't had much time for anything else. Plus the extra work made it easier not to deal with the growing rift in his marriage. He looked over at his wife, whose thick dark hair was pulled up at the back of her neck with her almond-shaped brown eyes full of questions. Her beauty was still unparalleled, despite being somewhat faded after twelve years. Reflexively he glanced in the direction of her chest, but then returned his eyes to her face. He swallowed, vaguely recalling how her breasts felt in his hands.
"What is it, Asteria?" he asked, with thinly veiled impatience. "I need to get back to work."
"Work can wait. I'm worried about us."
"There's nothing to worry about."
Asteria snorted. "We sit here in silence like total strangers despite being together for a dozen years and sharing a child together. We're acting like an old married couple, and you think there's nothing to worry about?"
Draco ignored the condescension in his wife's voice. He took a deep breath and responded in a measured tone. "We have money, and a beautiful home filled with classic furniture. I run a highly successful business that provides you with expensive jewels and you and
our son with the best food, and custom-tailored European clothes that cost more than most people's annual salary -- "
"Is money all you care about, Draco? Seriously, I'm talking about us
. Something is wrong with us. Don't you find me desirable any more?"
Deciding it was easier to diffuse the situation with honey rather than vinegar, Draco set his napkin on the table, pushed back his seat and walked over to his wife. He bent over her from behind, putting his hand over hers on the table. Acutely aware of the stiffness in her shoulders, he took a breath, inhaling the scent of her hair. "Of course I do, my love," he said into her ear, his voice stilted. It used to be that the mere proximity of her would stiffen his cock and make his throat tighten with anticipation. But once Scorpius was born, their priorities had gradually changed. After awhile the most action he got was from his own hand in the shower, with only the occasional perfunctory shag. He brushed his lips dutifully against her powdered cheek. Her golden brown skin felt warm and soft, and he was momentarily distracted from his planned escape. But then he cleared his throat and straightened up, withdrawing his hand. "I have meetings all afternoon, so I'll be back late. Don't wait up," he added, although she hadn't waited up for him in years. "Ask the cook to keep dinner warm for me."
Straightening his lapel, he started to walk toward the hallway. He was just about to cross the threshold when suddenly the double doors slammed shut in his face, barely missing his nose. From behind him he heard Asteria's chair push back and the click of her heels on the hardwood floors. "No," she said firmly. "You're not going to walk away from me again, Draco Abraxas Malfoy."
Draco clenched his fists, inhaled and exhaled once, and then turned around with a few sharp words on the tip of his tongue. No one had ever referred to him by his full given name other than his late mother. But all of that dissipated when he took in the sight of his wife. In place of the silk blouse and crisp black linen trousers she wore only a garter belt fastened to sheer thigh-high black stockings, black leather knee-high boots and a sheer, black French-cut bra that barely covered her full breasts. Taut dark brown nipples peeked through strategically placed holes in her bra. The emerald pendant he'd given her for their first anniversary glinted against the hollow of her throat. Her hair fell in loose curls around her shoulders, and her carefully shaved pussy was on full display. Draco's mouth took on a decidedly more metallic taste, while his tongue pressed hard against the back of his teeth. He felt a familiar tug inside his trousers. He'd forgotten how gorgeous she was down there.
"I assumed you would try to put this off again. So I'm taking matters into my own hands," she declared. Draco's mouth fell open, and while he tried to speak, no words would come out. He felt like a fish out of water. Asteria's mouth twitched, and with the flick of her wrist a chair pulled out from the table, coming to a stop right in front of her. It turned to face him with the seat forward. "Sit."
Draco felt himself propelled forward, although he couldn't quite feel the floor beneath his feet. One thing he could feel was the progressive tightening of his cock, which had effectively tented his trousers by the time he reached the chair. Asteria's eyes drifted downward for a moment; a small, triumphant smile pulled across her lips and then disappeared. He turned around and sat in the chair, which required a bit of manoeuvring given his current state. His erection pulled at his groin, and he felt as though he was being torn open by a hot knife. He moaned under his breath.
"Arms behind your back."
Draco obeyed. The moment his arms wrapped around the back they were yanked hard and he felt something cool and smooth binding his wrists together. His hips jerked forward, and he exhaled loudly through his clenched teeth. "Asteria, what are you -- ?"
"Ssh. I didn't say you could speak," Asteria replied, with a sharpness in her voice that he hadn't heard in a very long time. Years of being under his father's thumb had made him especially sensitive to being ordered around, but he had to admit hearing the authority in Asteria's voice turned him on. She leaned close, her breath warm against his cheek. Her tongue flicked the shell of his ear, while her right hand smoothed down his front to tease his erection through his trousers. Her touch was light, but he was so aroused it felt as though an electric current had been shot through his lower body. He yelled out, and she in turn grabbed him, squeezing his cock with one hand while abruptly yanking back his carefully combed hair with the other. The pain was excruciating. "Shut up," she hissed into his ear. "I've had enough of this, Draco. When I became your wife I promised to be there for better or for worse, and to take care of you, which I have fulfilled in spades, wouldn't you say?"
There was a long silence. Finally realizing she expected him to respond, he stammered, "Y-Yes."
Mercifully she released his hair but maintained her grip on his cock. "I've given you a handsome, healthy son whom I have raised for the most part completely on my own, and maintain this household to ensure everything is comfortable for you. Whenever you've needed me to be your arm ornament for one of those suffocatingly dull business functions and play the role of the doting and supportive wife, I have gone along willingly and performed to perfection, have I not?"
"But now it's time for you
to take care of me
He nodded again, the pain rendering him speechless. His entire lower body was on fire. Finally she released his cock, drawing her hand back up his torso. Her fingers tickled the back of his neck, and then both hands moved up into his hair. For a moment she kneaded his scalp with her fingers. Then he felt her move behind him, and she circled around to the front of the chair. Her eyes skimmed over him in a manner suggestive of someone appraising a piece of property. Her mouth parted slightly and her tongue peeked out, the tip running along her full lower lip. She stood about a foot front of him with her legs apart so that her pussy was right in his eyeline. The scent of her arousal nearly knocked him out. He could see the line of her slit through the narrow triangle of curly dark hair, and he ached to peel apart those lips and thrust into her. He hadn't wanted her this much since their first year of marriage.
"Sweet gods, you are beautiful," he choked out. He caught the briefest reaction in her face; the softening in her eyes, and the flicker of a smile. But then she set her jaw, her eyes growing dark. With a skilled flick of her wrist his clothes were ripped open from crotch to neck, expensive pearl buttons scattering across the floor. His cock stood straight up, swollen grotesquely and pulsing with need. He felt vulnerable in a way he never had before, but it also gave him a thrill.
"Do you want me to fuck you, Draco? Do you want me to make you feel good, to take away the pain?"
He nodded vehemently, unable to speak. If he spoke, he would come all over the floor. Asteria stepped closer and leaned over him with her hands braced on his thighs and her breasts dangling close to his face. Her hard nipples were like candy, tempting him with their sweetness. His mouth watered. She looked into his eyes for a long moment, an unreadable expression on her face. Her lashes were lush and thick, slightly curled at the ends. He'd never really noticed them before. "Just so you know, this is not
about you." She squeezed his thighs for emphasis. "This is about me, understand? I'll fuck you when I'm damn good and ready."
He nodded again. Meanwhile Asteria rolled her hips gently forward, sliding her pussy along his cock. Draco's breath hitched, his hips jutting up involuntarily. He was seeing swirling colours at the corners of his vision. With no intention of breaking free, his wrists pulled against the bindings. Beads of sweat broke out along his hairline as he fought against the arousal that was consuming him.
"With Scorpius away at school for the next nine months, we're going to have a lot of time together. I want you home more in the evenings. I don't care how busy you are, I want you here for dinner. Anything that is not finished by six o'clock can wait until the next morning. I want to go out, on real
dates, not just to your business gatherings. I want you to talk
to me, and not about your work or anything related to it. Don't try to placate me with expensive presents. I don't need more jewellery, and we have plenty of flowers here in our own gardens. I do appreciate what you've built for our family, but I have enough clothes in my wardrobe that I will never have to wear the same thing twice for the rest of my life. Just pay attention to me the way you did when we were dating. Show some interest in things that I like. You don't have to impress me. Just woo me, Draco. Will you do that?" When he nodded, she bent her head and wrapped her lips around his right nipple, flicking it with her tongue. Without provocation, she sank her teeth into his skin and dug her nails into his thighs. "Say it.
I want you to say it out loud."
!" he screamed. The pain was too much, and he was going to come; he felt it pulsing swiftly through his cock. He squeezed his eyes shut against the tears of frustration that he couldn't bear for her to see. It was utterly humiliating. But then he felt the walls of her tight pussy closing around him, her weight resting on his thighs as he plunged into her. It had been so long since he'd really fucked her, and it was like a rebirth. Her mouth covered his, and she grabbed his head forcefully to pull him close. Two seconds later he exploded inside her and his body slumped back against the chair out of sheer exhaustion. She continued to ride him, dropping her hand to the junction of their bodies to fondle her clit. When she climaxed her eyelids fluttered and her mouth slackened into a beautiful soft 'o' shape. Then she draped her body over him, kissing the side of his neck tenderly as she unfastened his bindings.
"That's all I've ever wanted," she said.