The Emerald Manor

Chapter 11

A warmth radiated throughout her body at Draco's velvety voice calling her a 'good girl'. She wanted nothing more than to please him. She could feel her wetness grow. She squeezed her thighs together to stop it from dripping down her legs.

A rush of air passed between them as he let go of her face and stepped back.

Cora felt unsteady with the newfound space between them. She could feel his eyes on her, analyzing her.

Was he deciding what to do? She knew that was unlikely; he knew what he wanted to do with her. She squirmed beneath his stare.

She wanted to peek up at him but was nervous to and thought better of it, casting her eyes to the side.

He was circling her; he looked up and down her form. After what had to be hours he was in front of her again. He put the tip of his wand on her right shoulder, placing a determined downward pressure on her. He leaned in close and whispered in her ear.

"Kneel."

She dropped to her knees without hesitation, eager to satisfy him.

"Spread your knees apart."

His voice was deep and harsh. It sent delicious shivers up her spine.

That is when she felt it. After she spread her legs there was intense pressure on her middle. Her heat was soaked, she thought she could hear it dripping on the floor in anticipation through her pants.

He took his wand and traced it along her collar bone, moving it from side to side. He brought it down to the first button on her blouse and held it there only for a moment before casting his spell.

"Evanesco."

Cora brought her hands up to cover herself and was greeted by a hiss from Draco.

"What did I tell you about being embarrassed? Why would you ever hide yourself from me? Your beauty is unmatched." His groans filled the room.

"I can't have your hands getting in the way." He moved his wand, speaking the incantation.

"Incarcerous."

Thin cords appeared, tying Cora's hands behind her back. She gave a tug but there was no getting out of them. The more she tugged at them the tighter they seemed to get.

"I want you to tell me how beautiful are. Explain to me like I'm blind." A mask was painted on Draco's expressionless face.

Cora looked away hoping he'd forget. She didn't.... She couldn't describe herself as beautiful. His wand was on the tip of her chin, lifting her face up.

"You're not getting out of this one. Speak." There was a genial, congealing tone to his voice that Cora hadn't heard before.

"I'm beautiful." Her voice was just above a whisper.

"With confidence. Describe for me what about you is beautiful."

"I have freckles that accent my face." She nibbled her lower lip.

"Hmm. Keep going." The tone of his voice was like a warm blanket wrapped around her.

"I have hair that dangles down to my waist. My....my chest and hips flatter me. The curves of my body hug me. My waist is narrow, accentuating my chest and hips." There was a subtle twitch in her arm.

"Good girl." Draco did not look away from her.

He used the vanishing spell again, removing Cora's pants this time. Draco's groans were getting louder with each item of clothing he removed from her.