TWENTY ONE: Devil

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Also its October now in the story hehehejdjd
And please keep commenting it makes me so happy when you all tell me what you think <3

And it's supposed to be a toxic story <3
Draco is supposed to be controlling.
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"Now darling, I've wanted to do this for a long time"

I cringe at his words. I know what he is planning.

"How bad have you been?"
"I've been good" I whisper.

"No you have not. You needed 10 for your behaviour but that's an extra 5 for lying, understood"

"Yes"

"Its yes, sir right now darling, and I expect you to count each one."

"Ok sir"

Then, he brings his hand down onto my ass and I yet out a yelp and he chuckles.

"one sir"

Another hand goes down and I let out another yelp.

"two sir"

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"Fi-fifteen sir

"That wasnt too bad was it"

"No sir"

"You can call me draco now darling"

"Understood draco"

"Now get dressed we need to discuss something"

"Ok draco"

I pull back on my clothes and I can't help but notice the hand print on my ass. Fuck.

"Sweetheart we are going to discuss some rules"

"Ok draco"

1.you must obey me at all times, no attitude.

2.you will accept your punishments if they are needed.

3.you will respect me

4.you will tell me your safe word and if you want to change it.

5.you will not "play" with yourself without my permission.

6.I am in control.

"Is that understood?"

"No."

"Why not darling"

"Because you dont control me malfoy. And you never will"

he then proceeds to grab my chin and opens my mouth before connecting my lips with his and spitting in my mouth.

"Swallow"

I spit it back out.

"No."

"Dont make me regret being kind"

"You, kind?"

"Yes"

"Fuck off"

"What did you just say?"

"I told you to fuck off"

And with that I walk off, I need to see if Kai is ok and I want to go to Hogsmede with the girls, talk to them and all.

I go back to where malfoy left Kai and I see him on the ground. I ease him off the floor and grab a tissue out of my robe, wiping the dirt and blood of hiss face.

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