Thank God his mother didn't know. Draco had that thought a hundred times a day, a thousand maybe. She could never find out or it would be the end of him, the end of them.

The relationship between Draco and his favorite auntie was anything but conventional. Sometimes he swore his mother knew something with the way she would look at her sister when his Auntie Bella offered to deliver a punishment.

Draco loved her punishments. She would lay him across her knee, repeatedly taking her hand to his bare arse. Sometimes she would tease him a little. Other times she would beat him raw, once he was left bleeding.

Every time he needed her. Feeling her firm thighs beneath his stomach as her hair tickled his back. Whenever her hand connected with flesh he felt a desperate urge to have her, to take her forcefully without permission.

But he knew better. The first time he'd allowed his hand to wander to his straining erection while she beat him. She'd slapped him hard across the face that time causing more pain then he liked as her nail scratched into him. Never again had he attempted to touch himself whilst in her presence.

Of course now he knew she would let him have his release once she was ready. Always it would be with him buried deep in her dripping cunt. Always on her command.

Draco needed his Auntie Bellatrix. His mother could never understand.