A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Writing Club November

Liza's Loves: 18 - R. L. Stein - Write a story with a twist. Alt: Title: Phone Calls

Scamander's Case: Chinese Fireball: 2 -(trait) aggressive

Lyric Alley: 1 - Gonna make a heart-throb out of me

Warning: Extremely sexual language. BDSM. There is NO noncon!

Word Count: 990

He threw her to the bed roughly. Her head nearly hitting the head board.

"You will learn your place," he hissed through his mask.

"And where might that be, my Lord?" she asked with a huff. He walked over and ran a hand down her cheek.

"You know exactly where your place is, at my feet," he whispered in her ear before taking a step back and studying her. "Strip."

"No."

"I am your master, and you will do as I say. Now, strip."

"I said 'no'," she stated, looking up at him, her eyes trying to meet his, but his were still covered.

"You're only making this harder on yourself, you realize that. Now, you can either strip yourself or I will be forced to do it for you." He watched her waiting to see what she would do. The bed was enchanted so she couldn't leave it, not unless he let her. He had to smile at that little piece of spellwork. She glared at him and wrapped her arms around her legs.

"Then you're just going have to do it, or let me go."

"You really think after everything I've done to capture you, everything I've done to convince my lord and master that I would just let you go because you're a little prude?" He asked watching her as if waiting for her to break.

"I am not a prude! I'm just not stripping for a Death Eater who wants nothing more than to hurt me," she growled as he grabbed the front of her blouse and pulled it. The small buttons holding it together strained and one popped off flying to the floor. She wiggled, trying to pull the blouse closed to keep him from seeing her white satin bra. He noticed it anyway.

"Wearing something special for me then?"

"Not for you, you horrid excuse of a man."

"I'm a horrid excuse for a man? Really, that's the best you can come up with? I'll show what kind of man I am," he replied with a smirk as he removed his robe revealing nothing but his pants. She scooted away seeing the obvious bulge.

"You leave me alone!" she screamed trying to grab anything to fight him.

"I don't think so, after all, why go through all this trouble to not have a bit of fun?"

"Bite me," she hissed. He laughed loudly.

"As you wish," he whispered in her ear leaning into her and gently biting her neck. She moaned softly, her head tilting back. He slid the remains of her blouse off throwing them to the floor.

"You did dress up for me, didn't you, witch?" he asked sliding a hand under her skirt. She wiggled, pulling away slightly, but not before his fingertips brushed against the matching satin knickers.

"Go to hell," she whispered as he pushed her back against the bed and mounted her.

"Only if you join me," he replied running his hands over her body. He paused at her skirt, playing with the elastic for a moment. He slipped her skirt down pressing his body against hers. She could feel the hardness of him brushing against her. A soft moan escaped her lips.

"Take the mask off," she ordered.

"I thought I was giving the orders tonight."

"Please," she whispered feeling herself growing wetter. "Let me see your face."

"Since you asked so nicely," he answered sliding the Death Eater mask from his face. He smiled down at her.

"You look better with it off," she muttered as he pressed her lips against hers, his one hand holding her wrists above her head against the mattress. She tried to pull away a bit, but he held her tightly. The hand that wasn't holding her arms moved back up her torso, stopping at her breasts. He slid his hand behind her back unclasping the bra with almost no struggle. He slid it off, taking a moment to marvel at her breasts.

"Going to touch those too?" she asked. He smirked at her.

"I can touch anything I want on you, remember?"

"Yes," she responded after a moment as he cupped her breasts in his hands, gently running his fingers over them. She arched against him, her breathing becoming slightly erratic.

"You like that, witch?" he asked sliding his pants off slowly and rubbing his erect member against her satin knickers.

"Please," she moaned arching against him again. He removed her knickers, his fingers brushing against her. She moaned loudly.

"Good, I knew you'd give in eventually," he whispered in her ear. Slowly he entered her, her entire body arching against hard. Her breasts bounced slightly as she moved. He released her wrists, putting his hands on her hips and pulling her against him. She moaned as he rocked her, his fingertips digging into her skin slightly. He reached up and put a hand behind her head, pulling her to him. He kissed her, his tongue tracing her lips. Her mouth parted and he traced her teeth. She nipped at him slightly. He groaned as he pushed her back against the bed roughly only to have her press back against him. Her moans grew louder as she came, her entire body tensed against his. He followed less than a minute later. The release seemed to fill the room with magic. The spell around the bed collapsed. He finally broke the kiss and slid onto the bed next to her.

"That was..." she whispered. "Thank you."

"You do not have to thank me every time I indulge in your fantasy," he said running his fingers through her hair. "Although, the idea that you like to be ordered about by a man in a Death Eater mask does say something about you, my Generva."

"And what does it say about you? The fact you willing put the thing on?"

"That I love you?"

"I love you, too, Draco. I love you, too."