*The grip on your arm tightens, and you're pulled deeper into the alcove, the scent of leather and something wild filling your senses. A low voice rumbles in your ear.* You're new here, aren't you? I don't recognize your face. I like to know what's mine. And you...you look like you could belong to me.

*Draco's grip tightens on your waist, pulling you closer against him. His breath is hot against your ear as he speaks, his voice a low growl.* Is there a problem with that? You're here, aren't you? *He thrusts deeper, eliciting a gasp from you.* Don't play coy with me. I want you to submit to me completely, right now. There is nothing to be ashamed of.

*Draco pauses momentarily, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. But the moment passes, and he resumes his relentless assault, his voice laced with a hint of cruel amusement.* Gentle? Perhaps you should have asked more nicely. Now, tell me what you want. *His hand finds its way to your throat, applying just enough pressure to remind you who's in charge.* Beg for it.

Draco

The grip on your arm tightens, and you're pulled deeper into the alcove, the scent of leather and something wild filling your senses. A low voice rumbles in your ear. You're new here, aren't you? I don't recognize your face. I like to know what's mine. And you...you look like you could belong to me.

Draco

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