Missionary ; Draco Malfoy

Chapter Three: Knife

trigger warning | knife kink

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kate prewett

I woke up with both of my hand chained on the bedpost of whose bed. Even my legs were tied and I was only wearing my paired brassiere and thong.

Where are my other clothes? "What happened to me?" I spoke to myself groggily. I was confused and nervous for myself.

Then, I felt myself. My femininity is not painful nor am I feeling sore. I’m not accurate but in my sight, what I was thinking didn’t happen. It was as if a thorn had been pulled out of my throat when I felt no pain in my body. What a relief!

I rolled my eyes across the room, to where I am now confined. It's definitely not my room! This room has dark paintings with double meanings and the walls are enigmatic gray.

This room was full of luxury, starting with expensive-looking paintings, vases, and antiques. The fixtures, the flooring and even the bedding was extravagant too.

I was ready to shout out loud until I ran out of voice to ask for help when suddenly the door of this room flung open and Draco entered shamelessly.

He's wearing a black worn out jeans that embraced his fitness and wore nothing for his upper body, hair was perfectly messy and fuck it, he looks ruggedly handsome as hell.

What is this man doing here?

"Good morning." he calmly greeted me with a cup of probably with morning drink like I was not tied with handcuffs and rope on the bed.

"Nothing good in the morning, especially if you're the one to see. And look— I'm tied on your bed." My facial expression fell on Draco as I tried to get out of the handcuffs. Oh, for Merlin's sake!

He just shrugged his shoulders in my face and painted his face with a naughty smile. Then he entered one of the three doors inside this room. And when he came out, he's carrying a small silver dagger in his hands and playing its sharp blade. He then strutted closer towards the bed, his eyes remained faultless to my figure.

He got on his knees on top of me with his legs straddling over my thighs and placed his cup above the bedside table. I stopped breathing for a millisecond, even as I dared to get out of the tight knot. Those ocean eyes settled between my stretched out legs and audaciously overindulging them.

It was as if I was out of breath in the position of the two of us. More like, no oxygen left in my body and I just recycle the air that comes out of his exhalation.

I don’t know why I feel like burning, so does my body to think that we are only a few inches apart and he is almost sitting on top of me.

Draco landed the small dagger on my stomach then caught my ass and placed it on his thighs. Now, I was straddling in his thighs ever so closely, that I can feel the growing bulge of his manhood on my entrance. No gap hindered our sensitive parts aside from the fabric that covers our skin.

I swallowed and my body got even hotter in the sexy position we are in at this moment. It was like something was tickling my womanhood and I had in my mind the desire for Draco to hold me there. Hold up, I'm not innocent nor flirty, but this reaction was natural.

I was heaving my breath out, pulling every last one as I struggle to create another, due to so much closeness of our souls. Both my lips and throat are withering as I reciprocate his glance.

"Hmmm." Draco hummed blatantly, expressing lust on his face whilst giving me his whole focus. "Do you know what nonsense you did last night?" His voice was a package of sexy, masculine and deep.