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Chapter Ten – Bittersweet Relief
"Draco!" Isla warned. "Do not fuck this up! This could be our only chance to get far enough into the palace to retrieve the necklace."
"What ever do you mean?" Draco replied sarcastically, his blonde head bent frustratedly as he worked to steady himself while poking his thin legs into a pair of emerald tights. It was the next day and they were closely standing in a small dressing room behind the stage, Draco dressing in costume to become Lord Oberon and Isla was supposed to be thumbing through the script and marking his lines but instead she was glaring at the blonde wizard as he struggled to push his legs through the gauzy material that would then encase his muscular appendages. Although they had both realized that William had been slightly over exaggerating when he gave Draco the 'lead', Isla had been and still was adamant that he take this part seriously.
"If you do well in this play we will be able to go with William to the Queen's ball in two months."
"But I thought that you and Sir Shakespeare were just the best of friends?" Draco implored, his deep voice mocking her demanding attitude.
Isla blanked her expression and the deadpan look was enough to stall any words from further leaving Draco's mouth on the subject.
"You're leaving this up to me then?" He queried, the waistband of the tights snapping around his lean waist as his hands fidgeted with the silken fineries of his blouse. "It's my responsibility now to get us to the palace?" His honey eyebrows rose and his blonde beard and mustache twitched in a falsely eager gesture.
Isla scoffed and let her arms drop as the papers of the script brushed the stone wall and her left shoulder bumped the uneven surface.
"I could get us there but I do not think you would - approve of my methods. Besides, this opportunity practically fell into our laps. We shouldn't ignore it."
Costume fitting snugly, Draco took two broad steps across the short space to stand toe to toe with Isla, their closely matching heights mingling their breaths as she stiffened at his presence. He leaned forward just slightly until their noses were almost touching and Isla was trying very hard not to appear cross eyed as she held Draco's grey stare.
"What exactly were your plans to get into the palace if William had not so graciously offered the part?"
His words were barely above a whisper and Isla fought to keep her blue eyes open as a tremor ran up the nerves of her body, his intent gaze watching the widening and narrowing of her eyes and the twitching of her eyebrows.
"That is not the issue right now," she responded, her sentence earning a low growl from Draco as his upper lip pulled up on one side and his long arms reached up to press against the wall behind Isla, caging her against his chest as they pressed backwards.
"You were going to whore yourself out to get to the Queen, weren't you? Work your way through the court until you found a man who could get you close enough." When Isla did not say anything but widened her gaze in growing fear, Draco smacked one hand against the rough stones. "Weren't you!"
Isla was frozen, Draco's heaving chest now convulsing against her shocked form as he moved closer still and she could do little else than shake her curly head in a circle and sputter, "I - I wasn't - not like that - I was going to -" before he used his strength to crush her fully against the stone wall, her feet faltering as he held her in place.
"Do not think that because I cannot remember you, that you can spread your legs for any man who is willing to get you where you need to go." His mercury eyes were swirling with passionate rage, his tone leaving her no room to argue, his heated words spraying her face with a light mist of spittle. Despite his angry facade, when Draco pressed his hip bones into the soft flesh of her waist Isla felt his hardening cock through the very thin material of his tights, his dominant position quickly turning him on as she suddenly wiggled under his weight. "You will not demean yourself, or me, by lowering your moralities to finish this mission. There is no hurry for us to find the necklace, it will always be there, and therefore we are doing things my way from now on out. Clearly you have no experience in successful jewelry theft and retrieval."
Isla's lips tightened at his brisk words and suggestive demands, her teeth biting down on the plump underside of her bottom lip as she drew blood in order to calm the temper that was threatening to explode. She tilted her head to the side and gently arched her back, her corset bound and pushed up breasts enticingly pressing against his chest, pink tongue slipping out to swipe the seam of her bottom lip before pulling it back between her teeth, sudden sexual tension obvious as Draco's silver gaze diverted and unfocused at her actions. Their mouths were barely an inch away, a gentle rocking of one of their hips from meeting as only knowing lover's lips do.
The moment both of them readied to end the distance between their hungry mouths, lips parting in anticipation, someone loudly shuffled through the thick curtains nearby before calling with irritation.
"Drake!" William bellowed. "Where are you? We have to start rehearsals. Surely a man as handsome as you does not have stage fright!"
They heard the playwright chuckle at his own joke, still searching for the blonde wizard as he drew closer. Draco placed one foot back and took a step away from Isla as his large hands dropped from the stones. Longing and a trail of confusion marred his handsome face and Isla dropped her gaze under his scrutiny until her eyes caught on the noticeable bulge in his costume and she smirked proudly.
"You might want to take care of that before you go out there or else those men will think you're all randy for them."
A tinge of a blush crept up Draco's neck and cheeks and he frowned at her biting words as he realized she was right but instead of admitting that, he placed one hand over his tightly clad package and hmph'ed before hastily turning his shoulders and walking through an opening of curtains and disappearing to end William's taunting search.
A normal breathing pattern rushed through Isla's lungs and she blinked quickly as her sweating hands gripped the sheets of paper containing the play's script. She could hear William and the other actors greeting Draco loudly as he appeared on stage and she righted her footing before shakily moving through the dressing room to putter around the backstage area before slipping past the main curtain and down a side set of stairs. The large group of actors was gathered in a circle around William as he slowly spun to look at them all.
"Alright, men," William addressed the crowd. Isla crept up the center staircase to find her regular seat looking over the stage and sat down quickly to watch, her sapphire eyes roaming over the various extravagant and several cross-dressing costumes of the professional actors. "We will start from Act II, Scene I when Oberon first enters the forest, after Puck and the Fairy have conversed." The dark haired man turned to nod at Draco, his hands clasped behind his back as he smirked evilly at the blonde. "Drake, do you need a script for your lines?"
"No," Draco firmly responded, his body terse as he stiffly responded. "I know my lines, thank you."
William nodded mockingly and rotated his hips to gaze over the other actors waiting for his command.
"Places, gentlemen," Shakespeare called loudly, happily smiling across the men.
Isla watched and waited as Draco stood still and the other actors moved about until only Henry, who was dressed as and playing Titania, was standing on the stage across from the blonde wizard, gaggles of separate trains for the fairy royalty waiting in the wings on either side of the stage. William had progressed to stand in front of the stage on the ground floor and he held open a script as he nodded to the men and began pacing back and forth, his written lines echoing as they recited his words.
"Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania," Draco proclaimed, his deep voice confident as he blanked his face to become a stoic Oberon.
"What, jealous Oberon! Fairies, skip hence: / I have forsworn his bed and company." Henry was well versed and his falsely high voice was a fair imitation of a female as he spoke fluently.
"Tarry, rash wanton: am not I thy lord?"
"Then I must be thy lady: but I know
When thou hast stolen away from fairy land,
And in the shape of Corin sat all day,
Playing on pipes of corn and versing love
To amorous Phillida. Why art thou here,
Come from the farthest Steppe of India?
But that, forsooth, the bouncing Amazon,
Your buskin'd mistress and your warrior love,
To Theseus must be wedded, and you come
To give their bed joy and prosperity."
"How canst thou thus for shame, Titania,
Glance at my credit with Hippolyta,
Knowing I know thy love to Theseus?
Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering night
From Perigenia, whom he ravished?
And make him with fair AEgle break his faith,
With Ariadne and Antiopa?"
Isla was astounded that Draco knew Oberon's lines word for word and her lips parted slightly as she gained a new respect for the blonde man who she now knew was still full of many secrets and mysteries even after all their years together.
"These are the forgeries of jealousy:
And never, since the middle summer's spring,
Met we on hill, in dale, forest or mead,
By paved fountain or by rushy brook,
Or in the beached margent of the sea,
To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind,
But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport.
Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,
As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea
Contagious fogs; which falling in the land
Have every pelting river made so proud
That they have overborne their continents:"
Henry continued with his long lines of text and Isla's sapphire eyes darted across the parchment as she followed his words on the script's page.
She knew it was coming but when Draco's rich voice resounded across the empty theater, goose bumps shivered across Isla's skin and her gaze was drawn upwards as she watched him steadily walk around Henry.
"Do you amend it then; it lies in you:
Why should Titania cross her Oberon?
I do but beg a little changeling boy,
To be my henchman."
The rest of the Act was a rushed blur as Isla's eyes did not leave Draco's outline as the scenes progressed. She failed to notice William turn back occasionally to watch her, his brown eyes frowning and his lips turning down every time he noticed her intent stare at the blonde man. Draco did not miss William's obvious obsession with Isla and he purposefully faltered or hesitated his lines until the dark haired director turned back to the stage and glared disdainfully at the new actor.
The remaining three Acts passed quickly and William announced that they would take an hour for lunch before starting at the beginning once more. Turning around with a flourish, an excited grin turning up the corners of his bearded mouth, William tossed the script to the ledge of the stage before striding across the empty foreground and up the rickety stairs as he approached Isla. From his position on the stage, Draco narrowed his grey eyes and watched as the medieval man approached his blonde counterpart. She glanced at his peering stare before tightly smiling as William stopped just in front of her and she turned her head up to look at him. Her side view saw a mop of white hair moving quickly but she could not move to see what Draco was doing as William began speaking.
"Isla, my dear, I was wondering if you would accompany me to a tavern just down the street for a light meal?"
The man was persistent and she opened to lips to politely decline when a tall shadow preceded Draco as he stood practically on top of the wooden bench as he inched forward until his knee was touching Isla's.
"Sorry, Willy," he announced scornfully. "The lady has a date with me."
William frowned and glanced from the stockier blonde man to Isla as his dark eyebrows rose in question. Presented with two options, she knew she wanted to put distance between herself and both men but also understood that both males would not back down merely because she told them to. Draco was going to follow her every footstep until they found a way home and William would stalk her shadow until she showed him some affection.
So why not kill two birds with one stone? She could get a free meal and toy with both men's emotions if she played her cards right. Something needed to be done to make this mistake of a time travel worth the effort that would eventually be put into it.
"Why don't we all go together?" She brightly suggested, both Draco and William inhaling slightly as they audibly gasped at the idea. They were hesitant to meet the others disdained gaze but reluctantly the men boldly stared down as Isla smirked conspiratorially and jumped up, William stepping backwards as the trio stood closely. "Alright, it's decided. Lead the way, Shakespeare!"
Neither wanting to be outdone by the other or to appear openly rude to a woman, the very different men conceded with a nod and William moved to step in front of the pair as he walked towards the stairs to once more tread down the wooden boards as they slowly departed for lunch.
"I'm going to kill you for this!" Draco tersely proclaimed as he bent his head towards Isla as they walked side by side behind William. She glanced to him on her left and a winning smirk and one cocked eyebrow showed her amusement at his immediate discomfort with entertaining another man while they needed to be strategizing. A gentle chuckle pulled her pink lips apart and William paused to look back and wait for them as he frowned impatiently.
The tavern was a block down the street and Isla shivered in displeasure as they entered the dimly lit bar and restaurant with mainly male customers who immediately leered at the sight of a busty blonde. William lightly gripped her elbow and steered them to a small table underneath a large glass window that looked out onto the cobblestone streets of London. Draco quickly moved to the far side of the table, turning to easily pull out the chair next to him for Isla as she nodded her thanks and sat down. William took the seat directly across from her and folded his arms across the edge of the table as the blonde pair situated themselves and glanced over the room for any appearance of a waitress or barmaid. A heavyset woman with frazzled red hair pulled back in a messy bun waddled to the table and cheerfully beamed at the small party.
"'Ello Will'am!" She greeted happily. "Aye 'aven't seen ya 'ere in aw'ile."
"Ahh, you know how it is, Rosemary, the life of a writer," William airily responded, his dark head tilted towards the barmaid. "My friends and I will have three pints of your finest ale and three bowls of beef stew."
The woman nodded happily and glanced to his two blonde companions as she turned to waddle away. "I'll get t'at righ' ouu fah ya."
Silence fell over the table as the trio awkwardly stared at each other until Isla dropped her hands to her lap and pointedly asked, "William, what are you intending to write your play about for the Queen?"
His dark face lit up as he was given the chance to talk about himself and William blinked rapidly to quickly think through his jumbled thoughts on the matter, his vanity preening at her question causing him to miss Isla's gesture as her left arm slid over the railing of her chair and her small hand gripped the rounded arm of Draco's seat, the blonde wizard's attention distracted as he glanced sideways at her encroaching hand.
"Well, I want it to be more of a tragedy, something that will really capture the audience's attention," William began rambling on. "It will have to be dramatic and gut wrenching, something to make them gasp and moan with every changing scene. I think it should be a love story."
Isla nodded encouragingly, her brain focused on the location of her moving hand as it slipped onto the ledge of the seat before crawling up Draco's thigh to lightly touch his open palm as she said, "That sounds interesting! Like ill-fated lovers who must defy the odds to be together?" She suggested, inwardly cheering as William's chocolate eyes lit up in excitement.
"I think you may be on to something there," he agreed.
Draco tightened his frown and without breaking his silent stare at the dark haired male, he flexed his fingers around Isla's creeping hand and dug his nails into the fleshy skin of the top of her hand. Her appendage tensed but she held her smile in place as she tried to wiggle her hand free, ignoring Draco's displeasure at her direct referral to the direction of the famous author's play. Moments later she was able to release his grasp and she covered the sudden jerking of her arm by leaning her elbow into the table in front of her and placing her hand on the top of a fist as she peered at William, seemingly completely interested in what he was saying.
Rosemary returned to breathlessly place their metal tankards of ale on the wooden table, amber liquid sloshing over the brims to pool beneath the circular bases as the trio murmured thanks and the barmaid shuffled away.
"I think I could come up with some pretty good ideas for your plays," Isla flirtatiously remarked, her dark eyelashes batting as William grinned over the top of his drink.
"I would love to hear them," he replied, his bearded face leaning forward as Isla pressed her upper arms against the sides of her breasts to push them together provocatively as her blonde head tilted to the side innocently, a grin stealing her lips.
"That can be arranged."
Draco cleared his throat loudly, his knee jerking to knock the table and draw the stares of both his table mates. Either she's trying to goad me into a jealous rage or she thinks she can win his affections to make this journey simpler, he thought, agitation tightening the ticking muscle of his jaw as Isla openly rolled her eyes in his direction and giggled conspiratorially at William.
The playwright was very obviously enjoying Isla's falsified attentions and took advantage of Draco's heated stare to sneer triumphantly and wink slyly. Draco placed one hand over his jumping knee and firmly gripped his thigh to still the torrent of anger tornadoeing quickly within his costumed chest. All biting conversation was stalled as Rosemary once more returned, wobbling bowls precariously balanced on her thick arm as she manhandled a loaf of bread in the other hand.
"'ere ya ahh," she proclaimed as the dishes of stew spilled across the table as the ale had. "Anythin' else aye cun get fa ya?"
"No. Thank you," Draco rushed before either could open their mouths to respond and Rosemary glanced mysteriously at William before nodding and turning to slowly stride away.
Conversation pertaining to the soon to be infamous author ceased as the famished group eagerly grasped their crude spoons and practically lapped the stew from the bowls. Not wanting to sit and listen to Isla regale about William's unpenned stories and plays, Draco hastily balled his napkin in his lap and flicked his wrist under the table to silently transfigure the cloth into what he assumed would pass for this century's money. As William leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms out on either side of them before laying his right forearm across the back of the seat next to him, Draco pushed back his own chair and stood as he threw a handful of poorly imitated coins on the table.
"Shall we get back to work?" He asked, his voice falsely chipper as he tightly smiled at his companions. Isla could attempt to seduce William, although he doubted it would be too difficult as the dark haired man kept his dirty stare on the blonde witch, but Draco would not tolerate to witness her forceful actions without physical repercussions. His thin hand gripped the back of her chair and he none too gently pulled it back as she frowned and huffed in his general direction.
Neither person commented as Draco brushed past a standing William and Isla to lead the way past various tables to the exit of the tavern. He wrenched open the splitting wooden door and the bright sunlight fell into the dingy restaurant as several patrons groaned at the light and he smiled disconcertingly, holding the door ajar until William and Isla passed through. Draco walked behind the pair as they moved to return to the theater, their hips brushing with every other step and their evenly matched heights bringing their heads closely together as they whispered softly, an engaging giggle peeling apart Isla's lips every so often as William grinned dashingly at his own humor.
Draco was both nauseated and enraged at their display, furious at William for openly chasing a woman who steadfastly proclaimed she was otherwise engaged and at Isla for triggering his arrogant selfishness with her inner knowledge of his personality. The witch was trying her damnedest to infuriate his already fragile mental state and Draco did not think he would be able to stomach her wanton advances for another man for many more days, hell probably hours, without vocalizing his thoughts and sentiments on the matter.
The theater was brimming with renewed energy when the trio finally entered the open stadium stage, the actors replenished from a hearty meal as they loudly spoke and jested while waiting for their director to return and shout orders. Draco left William and Isla to their own devices as he jumped up the side stairs to walk to the front of the stage, his tall blonde head drawing the silence of his fellow actors as they watched him move to turn and face the motley dressed crew. Nodding approvingly, Draco glanced over his shoulder at the pair of the ground floor as they remained in conversation until Isla quickly peered around at the quiet and William finished speaking as her attention was lost from his words.
"Gentlemen," he yelled with irritation, his dark head turning to the men as his body followed suit and he moved to stand in front of Isla. "We're starting from Act I, Scene I. Find your positions and begin in five minutes."
"Aren't you going to join us on stage?" An anxious Charles Worthington called from the back of the crowd, the abundant glitter and pastel colors telling Draco that the young man was forced into his first role playing a fairy.
"No," William replied, his chocolate eyes stealing a smile at Isla, further proving that their flirtations were going to make Draco physically sick. "I am going to watch from the audience, get a different perspective to better judge your acting abilities."
But Draco did not see William watching the rehearsal at all as he and Isla almost sat on top of each other on the first row of benches facing the center of the stage. Their conversation did not stop and the actors continued through the five Acts without pause in the hopes that William would dismiss the company early today. Instead when the play was finished, the dark haired man waved his hand in a wide circle to indicate for them to do it over, never breaking his gaze from Isla's beautiful face. Draco failed to see the merit in practicing their scenes if the bloody director of the show was not even paying attention and his blood boiled further with every sly glance Isla shot him when he recited his lines as if making sure he was still aware of her actions.
By the time the fifth Act was completed for a second consecutive time, William stood from the hard bench and stretched his appendages as he finally looked to the stage where his actors were waiting for his word to leave the theater. The sun was nearly set when William leaped off the final step with Isla closely following as they approached the raised edge of the stage.
"Great work, men," he called cheerfully. "Everyone read over their lines and be back here tomorrow before nine ah'clock."
A rumble of consent passed over the group of actors and they all turned to go their separate ways as William eagerly faced Isla and moved to escort her to his office and study, his arm bending gently to offer her his guidance. Anger seething at the man's presumptuousness, Draco bolted across the stage and jumped off the ledge to the dirt floor with a soft thump as he straightened to lengthen his strides and quickly walk up behind Isla. His firm grasp seized her elbow and she turned, her face scrunched up in annoyance as she prepared to berate whoever dared to touch her until she realized it was Draco and closed her gaping mouth.
"I need to speak to you," he swiftly pronounced, William opening his mouth to protest as he quickly added, "Alone."
Isla was not given the opportunity to decline his offer when Draco jerked her closer, his spastic movements causing her ocean eyes to widen as she thought he was going to Apparate them from the spot, and began dragging her none too politely towards the shadowed door beneath the stadium seating. William attempted to follow the pair inside but Draco threw a scathing glare over his shoulder when he heard the footsteps and the dark haired man stopped his progression.
The slight door opened and she barely noticed the furnishings of the familiar office space before Draco flung open the smaller door to their temporary bedroom and shoved it shut behind their rapid movements. Isla spun to face the furious blonde wizard in the tight space between the wall and the small bed they had enlarged, her face betraying the calm demeanor her body wished to give off.
"What's this all about?" She huffed, arms crossing over the bodice of her gown as she cocked a hip to the side and glared at Draco.
He did not say anything but stared thoughtfully, the icy mask in place as his silver orbs roamed over her haughty stance.
"You can't ignore me for two weeks then become amazingly jealous when I speak to another man. That is not how this relationship works, Draco!"
Her exasperation was contagious and the inches taller wizard sucked in a controlled breath as his fury erupted and his quick hands braced her shoulders tightly, shaking slightly as his grasp compressed further. His hold was constricting and Isla struggled to get free as Draco stepped closer.
"In case you forgot, your mistake got us here in the first place. Do not tell me what I can or cannot do. And you certainly do not tell me whether I have the right to be envious of your whorish affections for another man. Who I might add, is not the man you swore was your intended just days ago in Scotland!"
Draco released one hand to brush away a chunk of blonde locks that had fallen in his eyes and he saw his mistake the instant Isla pulled back her arm to hit him. He expected a slap to the face but her flying fist caused his grey eyes to widen and his head jerked back an inch before her knuckles connected with his jaw, the momentum forcing his head to turn with her fist as instant pain released his right hand to grasp the injured area before Isla had drawn her arm back. Draco's left wrist flicked expertly and grabbed her retreating arm in a vice like grip as his blazing grey eyes burned holes into her smug face.
"Call me a whore again and see what happens," Isla taunted, her gaze victorious as they both knew he would never raise his hand to a woman.
"I don't have to," Draco spit out. "Only whores react so violently to being called by their true nature."
He was testing her limits and knew she would attack again but was ready this time when Isla scrunched up her face in momentary hatred and let her free arm spring back to ready for another blow to the other side of his face. Draco dropped his right hand from his swelling jaw and lightning fast gripped her propelled arm as it came within inches of grazing his bruise free cheek. The physicality within their relationship had always excited him more than most would deem socially acceptable but Draco could not contain his dick once Isla would start squirming and test his patience for control. Even now, he thought the crotch of his tights was going to bust open as his cock hardened immensely, his arms pulling Isla forward by the wrists as she strained under his strength.
"We're doing things my way," he whispered, his voice lethally low, their faces inches apart. "You don't talk to anyone unless I say you can."
"I was telling William about you," Isla ground out. "About us."
Draco forced an eyebrow up and a sneer pulled back his lips across his white teeth before he said, "I'm sure William I-can't-keep-my-eyes-off-your-breasts Shakespeare is really interested in our romantic history."
Isla did not immediately respond as the short gears worked in her head but an identical sneer replaced her gaping mouth of panicked anger as her blonde head tilted forward until their faces were almost uncomfortably close.
"You're jealous," she stated, warm breath caressing Draco's inflamed and bruised jaw, her pink tongue licking down the middle of her bottom lip before biting down on its plump center and pulling it back between her teeth.
His grey eyes caught the movement and stilled as his gaze held to her lips before guiltily glancing back up to meet her gaze before, so rapidly it seemed like time stopped, his hands released their grip on her wrists and thickly cupped either side of her face as his mouth pressed forward to crush passionately against Isla's parted lips. Her surprised breath echoed through his increasingly rough kiss but Draco did not pause as he attacked her mouth like a man depraved of water in the desert. Burgeoning, reawakened arousal climbed up and over Isla's angry and anxious nerves and melted her resistance in seconds as her hands wrapped around his tapered waist to bring their bodies closer together.
Draco did not like her easy acceptance though and broke free of the kiss as his hands pushed her away by the shoulders. Honey eyebrows rose in second surprise but Isla smirked devilishly as she shoved her weight forward again and prepared to knock Draco back onto the bed, hands raised to push against his muscled chest.
Surprise was the name of the game as Draco, once more, grasped her shoulders, halting her rushing force only to jerk her to the side and throw her backwards onto the unmade bed. Still playing the tease, Isla straightened slightly as her ass scooted away from Draco and towards the opposite stone wall. Her grin was in place and she purposefully swiped her tongue across her lips to draw his attention but the gesture only served to push another of his buttons and Draco growled menacingly as he dropped his knees to the mattress and rapidly crawled to hover over Isla. His lips captured hers brutally and she moaned into the aggressiveness of the moment and arched her back into his chest, his never forgetful fingers spreading across the bodice of her gown as electric shocks buzzed through the fabric under Draco's warm touch. Biting teeth nipped at her lips and Isla groaned as his flaming kisses left her mouth to trail down her neck to her exposed upper chest, pausing atop her collarbones to pinch the sensitive skin between his teeth before moving his love bites further south, a squeal jerking Isla's hips off the bed as his beard tickled her skin.
Thinking his sexual advances had slowed his rising temper, Isla reached her trembling hands up to weave them through Draco's flaxen locks as his bristled face suctioned and nipped at her heaving chest. The instant her grip found purchase atop his head, Draco stopped his movement and leaned back onto his haunches, his weight sitting on Isla's thighs as his spread knees kept her hips in place. She cocked her head to the side and grinned playfully but Draco placed a hand on her sternum to halt her premeditated motions only to slip his fingertips between the running seam and rip the material apart as his magically enhanced grip tore through the thick bodice and the constricting corset to reveal creamy stomach skin. Isla startled and attempted to cover her now exposed breasts and hardened rosy nipples but Draco was quicker and smirked arrogantly as his fingers twisted and an invisible force pulled Isla's wrists together painfully, stretching her arms without heed to her pain as they stilled just above her head.
Her arms jerked against the irritatingly tight restraints and a flash of panicked fear crossed her face and stayed in her sapphire eyes as Draco watched with stiff arousal, the momentary passing of fright sending his head into a spinning sense of deja-vu. His grey eyes shut to quell the sudden dizziness but Isla's temporarily scared face remained in his mind's eye, a random memory triggered as his brain saw her sprawled across bloody wooden floors, an unconscious man laid across her lap as she glanced around at two prone, and very likely dead, bodies. The look was gone from her face when he opened his eyes, blatant defiance shining through as she decided to fight him on every move he made but the raging storm of anger within his chest hardened his erect cock against the straining tights he still wore and Draco literally grabbed each breast in one hand, his expert thumbs flicking her dusty nipples as Isla fought a moan.
Her hips rocked underneath his pressing weight and it was Draco's turn to suppress a groan of indulgence as Isla fidgeted, her seemingly larger breasts heaving in time with her rapid heartbeat as he pinched her overtly sensitive nipples. Realizing that despite her sounds of enjoyment Isla would gladly attempt to escape her submissive position if given even the slightest chance, Draco tossed his head back to throw clumps of hair off his sweaty brow and pushed one shoulder back as he removed his touch from her left breast to roll his wrist shortly.
An ominous ripping tore Isla's dress from the ragged seam in the middle past her thighs to send a breeze over the newly exposed skin as Draco genuinely smiled, his face lighting up like a child on Christmas morning. She was now fully naked and lying on a bed of her own torn gown, unwillingly submissive to him as he pushed his weight backwards; the final touch leaving her as he briskly removed his blouse and tore at the emerald tights until they too were ripped from his legs.
Placing his hands on her naked thighs to keep her from moving, Draco parted her legs while lifting one knee then the other to press into the space of the mattress between her parting thighs and his palms slid down her thighs until he grasped her knees and pushed them backwards against the bed. His stance widened and Isla lifted her head to look down her body at his naked cock standing to attention. Her tongue licked her dry lips unconsciously as she stared at the pulsing, fat head and the bead of precum that so deliciously hung off the tip.
Her legs quit resisting his pressure and Draco released his tight grasp on her splayed thighs when one hand moved to stroke his needy cock and the other turned at the wrist to lightly run two fingers up her dripping slit, blood engorging her lips further as his middle finger easily slipped into her moist pussy and diddled her clit. Isla's hips bucked into his intimate touch and Draco grinned at her reaction, his cock growing harder still in his hand and his fingers smearing her juices over the outer lips before quickly pressing two fingers inside her tight channel, his thumb rubbing her clit as Isla thrashed around his hand.
His cock continued to be stroked but Draco stilled his fingers in Isla's pussy, waiting until she opened her eyes and met his gaze to slowly begin working his slippery digits inside her again.
"Answer me this," Draco puzzled, harsh anger twisting the illusion of confusion he hoped to portray, his fingers gently pulling out of her pussy until three fingers were pinching and rolling her clit. "Why would I be jealous of you flirting with William when you so clearly will fuck any man who asks?"
Women are so predictable, Draco thought and per his arrogant thinking, Isla began to struggle fiercely after his goading words and her hips bucked at the exact instant that he leaned forward. His hands released the opposing sexes of them both and Draco reached to harshly grip Isla's moving waist as the steeled tip of his cock pressed past her wet lips and efficiently into her velvety pussy. She groaned at the sudden intrusion, his rather large size tearing at her slick walls that had not felt use in months.
He did not give her the moments to adjust and thrust his hips quickly, pushing his thick cock in by the inches as they both groaned, Draco in sweet relief and Isla suppressing the tremor of a whimper of pain that begged to follow her moan. He peeled open his grey eyes that had at some point during the brief beginning of his pleasure shut and glanced at Isla's scrunched up face as her arms struggled against the invisible rope, her breasts jiggling as she attempted to not move her hips with his movements. She was still for the most part unresponsive so Draco left one hand gripping her waist and moved the other between their linked bodies to rub her clit, finally an erotic moan causing her jaw to extend and her mouth to open in a soundless moan.
Isla's pussy clenched his rock hard cock and exhausted the meaty shaft as Draco's ass cheeks squeezed and he thrust largely in one motion to bury the remainder of his cock in her pulsing pussy. His thumb was joined by an index finger to pull at her clit and in an expert ploy of sexual conquest, Isla felt her muscles stiffen and contract in the same second as a numbing orgasm pulled the breath from her lungs. One more thrust and Draco came with a flourish, her pussy milking his cock as his hot speed spilled deep within her womb. His hips slowed as the aftershocks of their orgasms steadied their movements and Draco pulled his barely softening cock from her cunt, a stream of their mixed juices sliding out of her opening to slosh onto the remainders of her gown and the rumpled sheets of the bed.
Draco turned and stepped off the mattress, his weight shifting the bed as Isla looked up to his turned back as he searched for clean clothing on the small floor space. The spread joints of her hips ached, her pussy still throbbing, and she hesitantly lifted each leg up until it was straightened and the muscles were only slightly aching. Her wrists were still bound and it was only appropriately cruel that she seemed to be pinned to the spot as well.
"Draco!" Isla whined, her halfhearted plea stilling his motions for nair but a second as he pulled an outrageously costumed blouse over his blonde head.
"Draco!" She called again but he ignored her voice as he grabbed a pair of boots and sat on the edge of the bed with his back to her, guilt very closely forcing him to turn around and apologize for his irrational behavior. Unfortunately he was just out of reach or else she would have kicked her heel just below his kidneys to get his attention. "Draco, release the spell. My wrists hurt."
He did not seem to hear her and stood wearily, the tight fit of the medieval clothing affording Isla an idealistic view of Draco's trim figure. She would have enjoyed it too if he had not tied her up, fucked her senselessly, and was now readying to leave her there, naked and bound. A large hand brushed through his tangled blonde locks and Draco sighed heavily as his grey eyes searched through the folds of discarded clothing for his wand.
"Draco, I'm serious!" Isla yelled. "Undo. The. Spell."
"Making demands never gets you anything, love," he blandly said without looking at her, his wand shoving into the waist of his trousers as he quickly paced to the door.
"Draco -" Isla tried defeatedly. "Please."
His hand stilled on the handle, turning the knob and opening the door but he was halfway out the entrance before his fingers twitched and his wrist flicked at the bed, Isla's arms spastically jerking as the spell released her wrists. Draco slipped through the door and fought not to look back at the ultimate pain he would see on her face, instead looking forward as vague memories washed through his mind. Her blue eyes opened tiredly, lips parting to ungraciously thank him, and Isla blinked around the room as Draco's luminescent blonde head disappeared into the shadows of William's office, the bedroom door clicking shut with a resounding hollow.
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A/N:
Hmm. First real lemon of the story. I think it deserves some reviews. Well, more than one :)
Tell me what you think because there's the possibility of another one somewhere down the line...
Also, much thanks to the Queen of Mean and Amie Mae for becoming last minutes Betas and for helping along the plot of this chapter.