Punishment.
Draco Malfoy x reader - Punishments and Rewards. (part 1)
WARNINGS: Sub/Dom dynamics, Reader his AFAB, FemDom, shoe kissing/humping using spells for sexual reasons, Dub-con, humiliation and training, edging, crying, dacryphilia.
Draco was a temptation for you. And it wasn't just for his pretty face, nor his money. It was his personality. Unlike most you loved the whiny brat he was. You had been watching him for a while. You were also a Slytherin but not a direct part of his little group, you were just an observer. And you loved what you saw from him. You wanted to tame him, teach him some manners and knock him down a few pegs. So that's exactly what you planned on doing, you just needed to find the perfect moment. And one day that moment finally came.
Draco was sitting alone in the library past curfew. You had followed him knowing this would be your chance to finally get to him. He tends to enjoy the library at night, after everyone has left and he can sit in silence with his own mind not having to listen to his friends or Pansy chatting his ear off.
Draco’s fingers traced over the books of the library looking for the specific potion book he was studying when he felt a shift in the air. A burning feeling of being watched, he turns slightly and makes eye contact with you. His pretty lips curl into sneer “you know most people announce themselves, rather than watching like a creep.” you smile at his words, just the brat you were looking to tame. He truly was just perfect.”some people aren't worth addressing.” Draco’s pretty face sours further. Clearly offended at your implication. “You’ve been here a lot lately, late in the evening. Always alone.” - “oh, so you're also a stalker. How lovely.” You don't give him a response. You simply pull an old leather book from behind you “this the book you need Darling?” it was, but he didn't want to give you the satisfaction. “And you would know what I need?” he asked, his voice full of sarcasm and dismissal. “More than you do I’m willing to bet.” - “how dare you-” you put your hand up, dismissing whatever it was he was about to say. “Now now Draco, That is no way to speak to me darling. I’ll give you this one chance to correct yourself.”
He of course didn't take your warning. Instead he scoffs, the tips of his ears turning pink as he shoves his way past you mumbling a “You’ll regret speaking to me that way.” before attempting to walk his way back to the dorms. But when his back was turned you took your opportunity.
Draco felt a gust of cold air before his body started to rapidly warm up. His palms got sweaty, he was suddenly light headed and he had an itch. A deep deep itch. His breath was uneven, his heart was beating in his ears and then he heard it… “Oh, poor Draco.” his name had never sounded so sinful. And the mention of his name coming from your lips had him writhing in a sweet agony.
What have you done to him?
Then he felt your hand lightly touch his back, the place you touched felt like it had been lit by a flame. Draco spun around to send you a nasty glare. Looking down at you with his burning eyes. “What have you done to me.” less of a question and more of a demand for you to explain yourself. But you don't give him one. You simply tsk and lightly shake your head. “What did I say? That is not how you speak to me, Draco.” and there it was again. You said his name, it made him want to roll his eyes back in ecstasy.
He didn't know what kind of jinx this waas. But whatever it was it was blurring his mind. And had the devil on his shoulder to beg you to say his name once more.
“Let's try this again shall we?” you ask as you spin on your heel, sitting down in a comfortable chair in the corner of the section. “You will speak politely when addressing me. You're already in deep waters my love.” every word you spoke had his breath heavier and heavier. Making his head spin. And he loved it.
“Come here.” you commanded. And as if possessed he began to walk over but a few steps in you spoke again, “stop. Get on your knees and crawl.” and Draco pauses for a moment. Lips pulling into a pout before shaking his head ‘no’ and you raise your brow; “Darling. You've already earned plenty of punishment for one night. You wouldn't want to add a spanking to the list now would you?” Draco's face goes pink as the image flashes his mind. “Down.” you coax, Draco slowly lowers himself to his knees, but is too embarrassed to continue, he needs a bit more encouragement. “Crawl.” you demand in the same soft manner, and he pleads with his gorgeous eyes; “You- you can't be serious…” a stupid thing to say, but he honestly couldn't think of anything else to say. He felt so lost at this moment. Gone was his harsh tone and spoiled eyes, only a lost pet in need of correction in his place. You beckon him, and with a small huff he begins to slowly crawl. His face getting redder and redder from embarrassment.
Once he gets close enough you use your hand, placing it atop his head telling him to stop where he is. “Very good. Good boy Draco.” you said his name again, his eyes flutter as a small whine falls from his lips. You lean down to lightly drag your nail over the bulge in his pants. His breath is broken as he takes a deep breath in. trying his hardest to not make any more embarrassing sounds. “I hope you're ready for your punishment Draco. Since it's your first night I'll let you off a bit easily. But our next meeting won't be as easy for you. Do you understand pet?” he only nods his head, not trusting himself to give a verbal response.
You let it go, but you make a mental note to teach him a lesson about answering you, when he’s been spoken to.
You start your first lesson. Placing your full hand over his covered bulge, slowly moving your palm in a circle. Leaning forward farther to put your lips to his ear, “see Draco? Isn't it nice? To be good for me? Doesn't it feel good Draco?” Gods the more you said his name, his pleasure spiked, his hips twitched into your hand and his head fell back, mouth slightly open trying not to get completely lost in the ecstasy. And just as the tight band in his stomach was just about to snap, you ripped your hand away. His mind was in ruins, his eyes snapped open and his head came up just as fast to look at you, a pathetic look of betrayal. Why would you do that? How could you do that to him? His chest burned, a pit in his abdomen formed, and his eyes filled with tears that threatened to fall any moment.
“No. no… please” his voice that started strong drifted off into a pathetic whimper. The lack of your touch had his blood burning under his skin. “Please,” he begged. He was begging. Without needing to be asked. You smile to yourself as you rack your hands through his silky hair.
“Oh, poor dear. Did I ruin your pleasure Draco? ” You pull your hands from his hair to cup his face, his hands reaching up to hold your wrist. “Please,” he pleads again, more desperate than the moment ago.
You lean back into the chair one more, pulling yourself away from him fully. “Go on then pet, show me how much you want your release.” Draco for a moment is confused, this has to be some kind of trick. You really aren't going to just let him pleasure himself just like that… are you? So he reaches for his belt but you suck your teeth disapprovingly as you shake your head. “No pet. Your trousers stay on.” He wants to whine. To cry that it's not fair. But he just can't bring himself to do it. Too prideful even now.
So he instead brings his hands to his bulge and tries to pleasure himself through the thick, stiff material of his pants. But it wasn't the same. Your touch was something he just couldn't recreate. And the more he tried, the harder he pressed and rubbed. It got him nothing. He was on the edge but not like he was only moments ago, and no matter what he did he just couldn't do enough to tip over. He grunts in frustration dropping his head to look at the floor as the tears in his eyes finally fall, “oh, poor Draco…” there it was that rush he was looking for. His hips bucked into his hands once more, trying to prolong the errotic feeling. “Do you need help, pet?” he huffs for a few moments before a breathless “yes,”
His eyes still on the floor he sees your shoe drag across the ground before stopping just before his bulge. “Go on Pet,” - Draco's face burns, he knows what you want him to do. And he feels desperate enough to do it. But his pride is pulling at him to stand up. Demand you fix the problem you caused. But he just can't, and instead he just gives in. craving the sweet thrill.
He takes hold of your calf pulling it closer till he is flush against your shoe. Rolling his hips and gasping as an intense wave of pleasure flows through his veins. His stomach turns and butterflies fill his chest and abdomen. His slow hips rolls quickly turn desperately harsh as he leans forward pressing his cheek to your knee, face twisted in unfathomable hedonism. He was pushed dramatically closer to the edge as Draco felt your hand brush his hair away from sweaty face, his eyes finally opening to look at you. Staring into your eyes as he gets closer, and closer, and closer until he finally..
“Uh-” you pulled your food away from him, using the point of your shoe to push his chest causing him to fall back slightly. The beautiful light of his orgasm rapidly fading away from him, he breathes heavy as his face turns from one of pleasure to pain. He watches helplessly as you slang from the chair and stand in front of him before slightly lifting your foot again, “go on, say thank you for the pleasure you experienced.” his lips pulled into a tight frown before he leaned forward and kissed your shoe. You smile as he did exactly what you wanted without needing to explain it to him. He was such a smart boy, your Draco. “You don't get to finish tonight. Consider it part of your punishment.-” you reach down to take his chin into your hands, your thumb wiping away a bit of his sweat. “- meet me here tomorrow night at the same time for your next lesson Darling, and if you can be good tomorrow you just might get a reward.”
And with that, you make your way out of the corner of the large library. Draco watching you leave him helplessly on his knees, sweaty and breathless.
“Good night, Draco,” you say as you leave his line of sight. The pleasure of you saying His name only a soft faded scratching at the back of his mind. You must have cut off the jinx. Not that it mattered as you now had him hooked. And for a moment he contemplated just jerking off right there to finally get his release. But he decided against it. Nothing he could do now would have compared to what you had just done to him anyway.
