Poison

Your cruel device

Your blood like ice

One look could kill

My pain, your thrill

As Lucius Malfoy's mistress, you need to have a high tolerance for pain. Narcissa will not let him do everything he wants to. But I do. I let him do things that Narcissa is too squeamish, too prudish for.

But I do not mind. Blood tastes sweeter than you would think. And it truly is exhilarating.

I wanna love you, but I better not touch

I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop.

I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much.

I wanna kiss you, but your lips are venomous poison

You're poison running through my veins

You're poison. I don't wanna break these chains

This is all very dangerous, though. He has a wife. A son. But the sense of danger gives me a sort of high. I have never had much adventure in my life, and this affair is exciting. The fear of getting caught, the risk makes my heart beat so fast, my senses are more alert. The adrenaline gives me a rush. This affair has changed my formerly dull life.

Your mouth, so hot

Your web, I'm caught

Your skin, so wet

Black lace on sweat.

He's like a drug to me. This is an addiction. I know it must end one day, but I can not bring myself to refuse him. He brings me so much pleasure. He heightens my senses. I'm aware of every touch. I honestly can't resist him; I'd let him do almost anything to me. I never knew I could crave something so much.

My skin is very sensitive, but I can handle the pain. I don't mind the biting, the bleeding, the chains, or the bruises. I enjoy them. I get down on my knees and beg for them.

Should I feel guilty?

I hear you calling, and it's needles and pins

I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name

Don't want to touch you, but you're under my skin

I wanna kiss you, but you're lips are venomous poison

I still have the cuff marks around my wrists and a few small bruises on my skin. Lucius is aggressive. He pushes me, demands me, he grabs me by my hair (and I pull his hair, also. I cannot help but to do so to his long, light blonde hair). He is a sadist.

Despite all of this, he can be tender. It may seem surprising from someone so sadistic, but he treats me with respect (at least, outside of the bedroom), and he knows exactly what I want. When Lucius caresses me gently, it impacts me just as much as the brutal lovemaking.

I wanna love you, but I better not touch.

I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop.

I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much.

I wanna taste you, but your lips are venemous poison.

But, oh, I do love the brutal lovemaking. I lust for the domination. I desire to be ordered around. I love it when he calls me his slave or his little pet. I love to beg; I love to submit. While some people cannot even fathom it, I practically ask Lucius to tie me up.

All of this torment, and I only feel pleasure. He hurts me, and I beg for more.

You're poison running through my veins

Poison.

I don't want to break these chains.

The End