Scratches from Master During Potions Class pt. 2
Master looked over her shoulder and mimed a camera taking a picture for the audience behind them, smirking at a dark-haired Slytherin girl as she turned back to her property. Pet felt like he should recognize that Slytherin girl, but honestly all Pet was feeling was the nice scratches Master was giving him down there.
Everyone was in on Draco’s torment now, his little involuntary moans and hics drawing all ears towards him even as they faked giving their attention to the board.
Master looked over her shoulder again and silently mouthed: Watch this.
She grinned and then leaned in so close to the blushing mess beside her that he could feel her soft lips brush his ear. “Smile for the camera sweetie.”
She made a show for their discrete spectators as she slowly inched her vine-wood wand closer to the waistband how his pants.
He trashed his head back like a wild animal, desperate to escape but unable. He wasn’t sure what spell was being cast, but it made everything below his sharp hipbones vibrate with sudden spurts of pleasure. WARM WARM WARM BURING BURING HOT-
His wrists hurt from being yanked in vain. Snape’s head whipped around at the sudden whine that came out of him, but a student in the front row conveniently spilled a glowing vial all over the professor’s robes before he could see Draco’s knees quivering. Two Hufflepuff girls in the row in front of them slid together to further hide the spectacle.
Master was using magic to slowly, slowly, draw his trousers and underwear down so that they rested in a loose heap around his ankles. Someone coughed loudly as a camera click sounded. There was a muggle camera pointed towards the obvious wet spot where his pants met his crouch.
Pet looked up at Master with tears in his eyes. There was a clenching warmness at the pit of his stomach that burned outward. He felt incredibly horny. He felt very, very small.