Bedpost
"You disobeyed me. "
Her breath hitched at the timbre of his voice as her thighs pressed tighter together. A simple phrase has turned her brain to mush as she struggled for words.
"I told you to be waiting for me completely naked, Granger. On the bed. And here you are, still standing there in your knickers. Were my instructions unclear?" She shook her head. " Use your words."
"No, sir. The instructions were clear. I didn't follow them. "
"What happens when you're a brat, Granger? " Draco unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt and rolled the sleeve up to the elbow. Hermione felt her mouth water at motion as even more anticipation rushed through her.
"I get ...punished, sir." She wasn't able to keep the hopeful note out of her voice. The corner of his mouth turned up slightly, but nothing else gave in his cold demeanor.
"Place both your hands on the bedpost… do not move them until I say so...lower… there we go…" She faced the mahogany bedpost, wrapping both hands near the base, back arched high. Draco's finger traced the edge of her knickers, blazing a path along her skin. Even without seeing him, she felt his ravenous gaze and the thrum of his magic with hers.
A finger brushed over where she was soaking through the lacey green knickers as he sucked in a breath. She focused on the patterns in the wood, of the weight of it pressing against her palms, anything to keep from begging for her release now, knowing it would be so much sweeter to wait.
His large warm hands ran over her arse one more time.
"Count them…"