Fatal Attraction | D.M. (Soft Rewrite)

Chapter Thirty-Six - Bound

Trapped beneath Draco's body. Penned in between his muscular arms. Ophelia admired the shape of his biceps and the prominent veins winding down each forearm. His broad chest was imposing. His abdominal muscles all perfectly outlined.

She craved the feeling of her tongue running along the contours of his body.

Holding his weight on his hands and knees. She noticed he didn't waver once. He kept so still and controlled. But she knew there was a whirlwind of ideas rushing through his mind. That he was likely debating exactly how he would punish her – how he would fuck her.

In weak moments, when she caught herself looking further down – her back instinctively arched off the bed and her body temperature fluctuated to dangerous heights. He took her breath away, so she could only manage looking in small doses.

She understood this was part of the punishment. That the anticipation was intended to drive her wild. Yet just a glimpse of his cock made her forget the rules. He looked so delicious. She counted down the seconds until she was allowed to swirl her tongue over the pre-come collecting on his tip.

But she knew not to rush things and to only act on his orders. Even if she was fixated on her need to feel him – the waiting was part of the pleasure – it was essential to being submissive. And she was ready to give all of herself to him. She trusted him with this responsibility. He never crossed her comfort zones, just appropriately tested the boundaries. And so far she was obsessed with everything he'd done.

She was obsessed with him.

The day hadn't gone as planned. She genuinely didn't expect Draco to skip class and come find her. But the opportunity was too unique to miss. The fantasy had formed in her head the moment she saw him watching from the door.

The look on his face when he caught her in the act made it impossible to stop. She used him and offered him no relief. Teasing him and driving him crazy only added to the pleasure. Her sensitivity heightened by the furious desperation radiating off him.

But now I get to make him feel so much better... I can offer him all the relief he needs.

She wanted every consequence running through his head. She wanted him to feel comfortable exploring his own fantasies. And she knew provoking his temper was part of that. He wouldn't dream of slapping me if he wasn't in the right state of mind – and I've got him exactly where I want him...

She felt his longing gaze down her body. Consuming her flushed complexion and the small bite marks on her skin from the night before. She watched him smirk at her dishevelled appearance. Her tousled hair and creased shirt, still hanging onto her arms.

Her nipples still hard – she revelled in the memory of them against his tongue. Her breathing the only sound between their silence, which immediately exposed her feelings – her loss of control. Since no matter how many times she tried to count every inhale and exhale, it didn't get any steadier.

She was grateful that his knees were resting on the outside of her thighs. It gave her some relief to keep her legs clenched shut. She could continue to hide how wet she was again – even after his mouth had lapped up every drop of her first orgasm. She was already aching for more.

'Please,' she begged hopelessly.

'Tell me what you want?'

'You,' she whined.

To prove her point, she reached out. Forcing her hand to pause mid-air before touching him. She glanced at his face – seeking permission. Yet instead she caught the mischievous glint in his eye, which dared her to keep going. The part of him that wanted her to misbehave just so he could punish her that much harder.