Pitch Black
“I apologize... Master Draco.” She spitted the word out, its unfamiliar taste still enough to make her feel uncomfortable. “How can I make up to you for this fault in my behaviour?”
Heat and shame blended together as she finished talking, and settled low inside her stomach. She looked up shyly between her eyelashes, locking her eyes with Malfoy’s beautifully grey ones and letting the lust and humilliation she felt to be shown raw in her eyes, waiting.
Then Malfoy reached down to grab a handful of her hair and yanked her up roughly, securing his other arm firmly around her waist. The mischevious spark in his eyes made her mouth water, and suddenly her mind was consumed with one simple thought: To please Draco, and serve him, and be his... for as long as the Tempus charm remained silent.