Title: What She Wants
Pairing: Rodolphus/Narcissa
Prompt: Livejournal hp_humpdrabbles prompt – "Delayed Gratification"
Rating: R/NC-17
Word Count: 421
Warnings: Bondage, D/S


"What would people say…" Rodolphus's voice was calm, smooth and light, as he slid one finger lightly up and down Narcissa's slit, "if they saw Narcissa Malfoy like this… all tied up and begging for a man who isn't even her husband…" He touched her clit lightly. "What would people think if they saw us?"

Narcissa bit hard on the pillow to stop herself from crying out with lust. She was bent over the bed, her knees on the ground and her torso flat against the mattress, arms wrenched above her head and tied to the headboard. Rodolphus's hands felt warm where they touched her bare, sweat-drenched skin.

One finger slid into her, and she clenched around it, bucking her hips back, trying desperately to get more of the feeling. Rodolphus laughed, and the finger left her.

"Oh, s- stop it!" Narcissa gasped, digging her nails into the palms of her hands. Sweat poured down her cheeks and she writhed in desperation.

"So… eager…" Rodolphus purred, pulling his hand back. "You should learn to be patient, little Cissa… it'll be better for you if you are…"

"Stop teasing!" Narcissa cried. "I need–" She twisted against her bonds to try to look up at him. Hot tears were stinging her eyes too now, tears of sheer, desperate want.

"Need what?"

"Need– you! I– need you!"

That had been the answer Rodolphus had been waiting for, and scarcely had the words left Narcissa's mouth before he plunged three fingers into her body, pumping them hard in and out, stroking the most sensitive spot inside her.

Narcissa sobbed with relief. Rodolphus had her over the edge in a matter of seconds – she had been so painfully aroused already that a few moments of stimulation were all she needed.

Her juices gushed down over his hand as her body shuddered and arched. At last, Narcissa relaxed, twitching in pleasure as she twisted once again to look at her lover.

Rodolphus's fingers were still buried inside her, and she let out a soft moan as he pulled them out and slipped them into her mouth to suck on.

"There, now, Cissa," he said, "wasn't that much better than it would have been if I had let you finish when you wanted?"

"Y– yes," Narcissa mumbled around his fingers, looking up at him through lowered lashes. "You were right."

He was always right when it came to sex, of course. He knew what she wanted better than she ever could have.