Chapter 2 – Temptation
Draco Malfoy had never been more terrified. His hands were chained to his aunt's bed, his wand gone. He was completely at her mercy. And worst of all no one was going to save him. The Dark Lord himself had decided his punishment for killing Dumbledore would be to be given to Bellatrix… for 24 hours. Even if someone was brave enough to face-down Bellatrix (and that was a very small group) no one would brave the Dark Lord's wrath to help him. Not even his parents.
She had told him she was allowed to do anything to him save permanently maim or kill him. That wasn't a comfort. He knew she could cause a hell of a lot of pain without even leaving a mark. And then there were the other things he knew she wanted to do to him… naughty things… things his aunt shouldn't even want to do to him…things that if he knew his aunt would come with pain.
Her lips were inches from his ear, her warm breath on the side of his face. When she had said she would make him beg, make him plead and that she would enjoy every minute he believed her. Whatever Bellatrix wanted… Bellatrix got. And now she wanted him. He would be almost flattered if he wasn't scared to death. She was as beautiful as she was crazy and sadistic.
She was incredibly sexy, incredibly desirable… but she was his aunt. Not to mention she had always scared him. He had never thought about her that way. Well…not till now… it didn't look like he was going to have any choice in the matter.
Her lips moved so close to his neck she thought she was going to kiss him. He felt a strange mix of revulsion and desire as she blew on his neck. She smiled wickedly at the pained expression on his face and withdrew her lips.
She put one hand on either side of his face. Then she slowly leant in and kissed him on the mouth. His lips moved apart as if their own accord and he found himself kissing her back. She slipped her tongue between his lips, kissing him even more deeply. Only when he found himself responding to her tongue did he remember that this was his aunt with her tongue in his mouth. He abruptly pulled back, shocked at himself. She looked at him seductively, running her tongue slowly over her upper lip.
She stood back up and he got an eyeful of cleavage. He couldn't help looking. Damn her. He didn't want to do this… didn't want to want her. She obviously didn't care that he was her nephew but he cared. He cared a lot.
She had seen him look. With a malicious grin she started to slowly unbutton the front of her robes. He couldn't help following her fingers with his eyes. His attempts to think non-sexual thoughts completely failed as her breasts became visible. He gaped at the firm, round globes. He had never seen any to rival hers… not even in the magazines he had found in his Dad's personal stash.
She crawled over his body till they were inches from his mouth. He strained against the chains… trying to get just that little bit closer. "You like them don't you?" she whispered huskily. She laughed at the expression on his face and got off him, buttoning her robes back up. Suddenly he could almost think clearly again… but the image of her breasts was seared on his brain. Half of him couldn't believe he had wanted to touch them, the other half was dying to see them again… to touch them.
She sat straddling his thighs, pinning his legs to the bed. Then she pulled a knife from her robes. He looked scared when he saw the knife. He had no idea what she was to do with it,
She put the tip at his throat, just under his chin. He trembled. She drew the tip down his neck, not cutting him. She drew a line down the centre of his body, running the tip of the knife over his chest and abs without leaving a mark. She stopped when it met the waistband of his pants. He gulped at a knife being so near crucial parts.
She laughed and cut through his belt in one smooth motion. He could feel his pants getting rather tight as she dragged the ruined belt through the loops and cast the belt and the knife aside.
