Fawns Heart

{Sixty-two}

{WARNING - This chapter contains sexual scenes}

I watched him closely as he rolled his tongue against his cheek, in deep thought. I knew he wouldn't want to give up his dominance, but I also knew he wouldn't want to give up sex. The idea of seeing Draco Malfoy cuffed, unable to do what he usually would, sent me into spirals.

He exhaled loudly and took his hands off my thighs, off my skin. I smiled at how he gave in, though that smile faded instantly as his hand came into quick contact with my ass, a smirk plastered onto his face. My skin tingled after the sudden contact, though it tingled in a good way that left me almost wanting more.

"Oh you're going to regret that one Malfoy." I smirked while I gritted my teeth together.

I began moving my hips against the bulge in his pants, earning a low growl from his lips. My breath got heavier as the friction of the fabric between us rubbed my clit perfectly.

"Fawn." He growled, holding onto my hips tightly as if he was trying to stop me.

"There is no way in hell you're stopping this Malfoy." I breathed, as I snatched his hands away from my hips and pulled them forcefully behind his back.

While I had him distracted with the way my hips moved and how I had my lips against his, I was finally able to cuff him, keeping his hands away from me, unable to have any control. He growled against my lips at the sound of the cuffs locking, causing a smirk to spread across my face.

"Now..." I whispered into his ear as I pulled myself off him and stood up, "You're gonna sit there, and do exactly what I say." My smirk never left my face.

"You really think you've got the control?" He chuckled lowly.

"You tell me, Draco..." I took my shirt off, "from where I'm standing..." I slid my shorts off, "you're the one in the handcuffs." I stood before him in my black lace bra and thong, black lace always made him weak in the knees, good thing he was sitting then.

"That doesn't stop me fr-"

I covered his mouth with my hand and growled slightly, "Just shut... up will you?" I groaned, pressing our faces closer and closer together.

I felt his lips begin to kiss the palm of my hand, almost begging for me to let him go, to let those lips touch mine.

"Are you going to keep quiet?" I whispered, to which he groaned in response.

I brought my hand free hand down to his belt and undid it with ease, dropping it to the floor with a loud crash as the metal connected with the marble floors. My hand then moved to undo the button and zipper of his jeans, I maintained the grip of my hand over his mouth as I placed light kisses over his neck. I only removed my hand from his lips as I began to pull both his jeans and boxers off, he lifted his hips to help me pull them off, groaning as I did so.

"You didn't think about how you'd get the shirt off with me cuffed did you?" He smirked, thinking he had won.

"I thought I said shut up, or do I have to gag you too?" I cocked my head to the side.

He narrowed his eyes in slight confusion as to what I would do about his shirt. I smirked as I bent over towards the table for one of my daggers, all while giving him a little show of the lace that barely covered my ass.

His eyes widened as I turned back to him, dagger in hand.

"Pay back time." I smirked.

"You stabbed me, I was giving you payback." He retorted.