The Lords Servant

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Your eyebrows furrowed together as he stood their blankly, "What the hell was that about Malfoy?" You asked in annoyance. "Do you wanna fuck Mattheo?" Draco asked bluntly. Your face filled with confusion, "What?" You asked quickly. "It's a simple yes or no question. Do you wanna fuck Mattheo?" He asked as he started to walk towards you. "Do you want him to kiss you? Do you want him to rip off your clothes? Do you want his hands to grip your fragile body?" Draco added as he pushed you against the wall. Your breath hitched in your throat as Draco brought his lips towards your ear, the smell of alcohol filling your senses along with his cologne.

He brushed the hair that sat on your shoulders away, you stood there wrapping your arms around his waist as your breathing grew heavy. His hands placed on your hips, as he walked closer to you. "Do you want him to touch you? To call you a good girl, a good little slut? Huh? Do you want him to kiss every inch of your body, making you squirm and whine. Do you want him to pleasure you?" He whispered in your ear. Your eyes widened as he rested his forehead against yours. You stared into his grey eyes, he placed a soft kiss on your lips. "Do you want him to call you his princess? His good little girl?" Draco asked against your lips. You took a deep breathe.

"No! I don't want him to, I want you too! I want you." You said softly as your cheeks flushed scarlet. Draco smiled as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear. "Good girl." He said sternly. He gripped onto your jaw, gently. Making sure your eyes stayed connected. You looked up at him with wide eyes, as his cold rings left indentions in your skin from how tight he held your jaw. "Now listen to me, pretty girl." Draco began as he got closer to your face. Your breathe hitching in your throat as your eyes grew wide.

"You are mine, and mine only. I get to touch you, I get to pleasure you, I get to call you a good girl. I get to call you my princess. I get to kiss you, and hold you. Only me, and no one else. The tears you cry, there for me. You are mine, you're my good girl, you're my y/n. Understood?" Draco asked sternly. You took a deep breathe, "Yes, Draco. I'm yours." You said breathlessly. Draco smiled as he placed a soft kiss on your neck. "Good girl." He whispered as he walked back over to his bottle of fire whiskey.

You watched his every move, you wanted his touch. But you wouldn't ask. "Now, we have a meeting tomorrow with the deatheaters again. I'll be attending this one, and we'll you have to attend since you're the lords servant. So I'll keep a close eye on you. He won't hurt you. Okay?" Draco asked as he poured himself a glass before looking over at you. You nodded your head slowly. "Okay, come on darling. Let's get you up to bed. We have a long day tomorrow." Draco said softly as he walked over to y0u.

You walked into his bathroom, washed off your makeup and brushed through your hair before changing into a black silk pajama set. Draco laid sprawled out on his bed in grey sweats as he read his book. He gazed up at you and smiled, "Come here princess. Let's go to bed." He said softly as he held out his arms. You walked over with a smile and laid into his arms. You rested your head on his chest as he switched off the lap. he snuggled with you as he placed a soft kiss on your head. "All mine." He whispered before the both of you slowly fell asleep. Until it was the next morning, the morning of the disastrous deatheater meeting.