Her kiss was slow, no urgency, no heat of the moment. It was as if she had nowhere to be, like time didn't exist in that office, like she belonged to him, here and now. Her lips moved against his in a sultry rhythm, soft and deep, teasing and tender.
"Ummmh…" she moaned, throaty and breathy, with a voice soaked in years of experience. A mature sound, like velvet and sin. Her whole body pressed into his chest, her hips slightly rolling.
Dudley hummed low in his throat, his hands finally slipping into action. The one behind her slid down, cupping the underside of her ass. It was plush beneath the tailored skirt, the kind of ass you just had to squeeze. The other hand roamed from her covered thigh to the curve of her ribs, and then higher. Over her blouse, he found the weight of her breast and pressed into it with greedy fingers.
Oh fuck.
It was unreal. Warm, deliciously doughy. His fingers sank right into the soft globe, like sinking into sweet, forbidden clouds. They were immense. Just how he imagined. He exhaled hard into her mouth, intoxicated.
Right then, Narcissa parted her lips further and pushed her tongue into his mouth. Slow, wet, willful. Like she wanted him to taste her surrender.
He did the same. Their tongues tangled gently, a lazy, luxurious mess. She tasted expensive. Like she'd been dipped in cognac and dark honey.
He couldn't wait anymore. He needed skin.
One button undone.
Then another.
A third.
A fourth.
Her bra was exposed now, but it wasn't enough. He slid his hand under the cups and pushed them up, his fingers finally meeting naked flesh.
Fuck! Holy… Amazing!
His hands trembled slightly from the thrill. He cupped her fully now, feeling the full weight of her tit in his rough palm. There was a slight sag, just enough to drive him wild. Full, round, and gloriously soft. Her skin was so smooth it was almost slippery, and her nipple was a tight little bead, stiff and begging to be toyed with.
He gave in. His fingers clawed at them, one after the other, kneading, groping, squeezing uncontrollably. He didn't want to let go. Didn't think he could. His other hand returned to her ass, fingers curling underneath to clutch her tighter.
"Ummmh…" Narcissa moaned again, right into his mouth. Her hips started to twitch softly, gently swaying, her body melting into him with every pass of his hands.
He pinched her nipple, twisting it just enough to make her gasp, teasing it while holding her breast firm in his palm.
And then she broke. Narcissa hugged his head with both arms, burying her fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss. Hot, wet, entirely consuming.
Dudley responded, devouring her heat. Their mouths sealed in messy, sloppily mouthwatering contact, tongues dancing, spit mixing. A dirty, reckless kiss that had no business happening, and they both knew it.
They were panting before they could stop. Breathless and lust-drunk.
Their lips parted at last, a string of spit connecting their tongues before it broke and slid down her chin.
Dudley didn't move his hands. He just kept holding her breast.
Gorgeous! He controlled his jaw from falling, finally getting to take a look at her beautiful, round breasts. The woman was made to be taken to bed and tied to it for eternity with a man on top of her—Him, of course.
"You…" He looked at her dreamy face, lower half covered with their spit, her lipstick smudged. He was sure he looked the same. "Don't you hate me? The man who took everything from you… and is now doing this."
He hardened his grip on her lush swells.
Narcissa gulped noticeably, but didn't remove her arms from around his neck. The distance between their faces was still no more than a few inches. Her blue, emotional eyes moved, as if measuring his face.
"I am… furious. At what my life has become," she said, eyes flickering, as if scared of her own words. "But isn't this always the case? The strong devour the weak and claim everything? Isn't that what you want, Dudley Dursley? To claim me."
Dudley sighed, and the small smile vanished from his lips. His hand, clawing her ass, relaxed, returning to her back. His other hand, holding her breast, let go, and then he pulled her bra down, hiding her mounds.
Narcissa stiffened, seeing his reaction as anger.
"Don't." Dudley calmed her. "I'm not angry, I just… couldn't focus with so much to… look at and feel. And you're right, Narcissa. I want you like a man wants a woman. But not like this, not like a man taking advantage of a weaker woman. "
Narcissa's brows creased.
"Hell, I loved the kiss. You've no idea the self-control it takes not to do everything my mind wants to do to you right on this table. But I won't, I'm not that man. You're not a thing to claim, Narcissa. I have no qualms with you, I don't hate you, I might as well say, I somewhat like you."
Lies, Dudley knew they were lies. He saw her in a somewhat better light than Lucius, but not as a fully absolved person. She was no less a pureblood fanatic than her husband. She only hid it well behind her beautiful face and status. Now, with nothing but her beauty left, she simply didn't have the luxury to look down on anyone.
But still, there was gentleness in Dudley. By having her, he was controlling her. By controlling her, he was changing her. She had already become aware of how blind her kind had been towards Muggles and their achievements.
He caressed a lock of her blonde hair and tucked it behind her ear. "I'm a rich, powerful, selfish man, and you're simply gorgeous. I think you know where I'm going with that. I want something different. A real connection. Emotional, intellectual, and yes, physical too, if that's where it leads. To put it in Muggle terms, I suppose I want a sugar baby… ignoring our age."
Narcissa frowned. "I don't know what that means."
"Well, it tends to happen more often with older blokes and younger women, but the idea's pretty similar across the board. It's about having someone to spend time with—chats, laughs, bedroom, travels, vacations, even the quiet bits, just without the romantic aspects—and in return, the man supports her, usually on the financial side of things."
This time, Narcissa's eyes were wide open, her adorable brows high. Perhaps that was what she wanted to hear from Dudley. That was what she was aiming for. She was already willing to give him her body and hoped for some sort of help from him. But what Dudley proposed was even sweeter to hear. Instead of making her feel like a Knockturn alley whore, they'd be companions, friends with a more sexual aspect in their time together. And of course, financially.
"I…"
"Shhh…" Dudley gently pressed a finger to her smudged lips. "It's getting late, and I've got an early start. If you stay curled up here like this, Narcissa, I'm afraid I might burst. Look, how about this, when I'm back in the summer, I'll take you out. Somewhere nice and warm, the Mediterranean maybe. We'll eat, chat, and you can tell me your answer then. If it's a no, no worries, we'll just keep going like always, boss and his secretary."
Finally, a real, genuine, albeit small, expression appeared on Narcissa's face. She got off his lap and fixed her bra and shirt, and then her hair.
"Thank you, Mr. Dusley," Narcissa said with a genuine kindness in her voice. "I don't blame you for what happened. But moving on… it lingers, it's hard. But your patience... It's rather comforting."
"Ah, come on. Who am I, the Dark Lord?" Dudley waved his hand. "Go now, or I might chase."
Narcissa chuckled softly and bowed her head before finally leaving.
"Hang on a sec!" Dudley called for her just when she opened the door. "I know you're stressed about maintaining the mansion. Don't worry, it's still technically the bank's property. They'll handle the upkeep. You just… focus on living."
To that, Narcissa smiled again. Just one word from Dudley, and one of her biggest headaches was resolved. She felt the influence he had over her life. She felt that… he was attentive to her struggles?
What he'd done was dangle another treat in front of her eyes. Show her something more real. More substance. His words and actions could change things for her. Make her life even grander and opulent than the one she lived before. What he gave her was a small taste.
"I understand, Mr. Dursley."
Finally, the door closed.
Dudley, alone, turned his chair around and looked at the large window, at the rain outside. Then he jumped up and fixed his pants.
Fuck! My balls hurt!
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