Ruining Draco
The buzzing was relentless, sending shockwaves of electricity through me that made me arch my back, my fingers digging into the table’s edge until my knuckles turned white.
Draco stepped back, folding his arms across his chest, his eyes fixed on me with a dark, detached fascination as I writhed and gasped under the constant, overwhelming stimulation.
"It stays," he said, his voice cold and devoid of pity. "You will not remove it, Selena. Not until I decide the game is over. If you try, you’ll only find that your leash is much shorter than you thought."
"Draco... stop..." I pleaded, though my plea was punctuated by a sharp, high-pitched moan as the vibrator pulsed against a spot so sensitive