Draco Malfoy

Harry was finished dressing in the clothes that were laid out for by Narcissa and ordered to wear. She had told commanded Harry to only think of themselves a female from now on, as she was going to be their sissy slut and nothing else. The last person Harry wanted to see barged into the room she was in.

"Just the slut I was looking for," Draco bragged, "I'm going to turn you into a begging dripping whore, and you're going to like it."

Unfortunately for Harry, she had to follow the orders she was given, and immediately started to get turned, ready to do what ever he wanted.

He crashed their lips together, his lips surprisingly soft for the way he dominated her with his mouth as if it were the first thing he wanted to do.

Malfoy grabbed her by the back of her legs, and wrapped them around her waist. Harry could feel his smirk against her mouth when a whimper slipped between her lips as he pressed her into the wall. Her legs tightened around his waist, hooked together at her ankles.

He slid her skirt up, completely ignoring her gasps as she tried to protest, “Malfoy, what are you...” Harry shuddered, when his index finger slid against her folds through her panties.

“What was that? I couldn’t hear you,” he whispered in her ear before dropping down to kiss down her neck. Her head fell backwards, hitting the wall, “you’re positively dripping for me.”

Harry shook her head, “I...” she began.

“Would you like me to stop?” he asked. God, with her orders, his voice only made her wetter with how husky it sounded, “use your words, slut. I want to hear you say it.” His hair was soft as she wrapped the strands around her fingers. Her lips were softer this time as she pulled him down to her height.

“Malfoy, more, ” her voice broke as she moaned into his mouth. He ripped her panties from the sides, letting the torn fabric fall to the floor.

“Oh my God,” Harry gasped as he used one finger, teasing her slit. She clung to his shoulders, barely noticing his lips leave her own to trail down her neck again.

“So fucking wet for me,” he growled, slowly rubbing her clit and watching her cry out.

“Aren’t you a good girl?” Harry scolded herself for loving his words. Were she not begging him for satisfaction, she’d be furious for his patronizing comment. “That wasn’t a rhetorical question. Answer me, slut. Are you a good girl?”

“God, okay. Yes,” the moment her agreement left her pretty lips, two fingers slid inside of her. Maybe it was the anticipation that made her moan louder than she ever had in her life. Or maybe it was the fact that she just realized she was being fingered by Draco Malfoy and Harry fucking loved every second of it.

“So tight around my fingers.” She’d thought she'd be able to resist, but that had failed. Her pussy clenched around his fingers the closer he drove her to orgasm, before he stilled.

“Don’t you fucking dare,” she whined.

“Tell me what you want then,” he smirked at the anger that had flared up in her eyes.

“You love taking control of me, don’t you?”

He grinned wolfishly, “you love giving me all the control, slut. Tell me what you want, and I promise,” his voice dropped, “I’ll make it happen.”

She bit her lip. What did she have to lose anyways? Even if he told anyone in an attempt to humiliate her, it couldn't possible get any worse than it was now. Though she might not be getting even, she was going to take him by surprise.

“I want you to fuck me with your fingers,” Harry relished in the way his eyes drew dark, the way the widened in disbelief, “until I come all over your fingers, screaming your name.”

He removed her from the wall and threw her down onto the bed, kneeling beside her and spreading her legs open when she clammed up. Her cheeks were red, her chest heaving as she dared look down to watch his fingers slam into her again.

“I’m going to make you scream so loud you bring this manor down,” Draco claimed.

“Sure you are,” Harry replied.

“Your mouth is going to get you in trouble, slut.”

“Oh, I don’t think-fuck, oh my god,” she ceased her argument as his fingers curled inside of her heat, pushing against her g-spot, “Malfoy,” she gasped.

“That’s not my name,” he was relentless after she’d scoffed at his statement, “I want to hear you moaning my name.”

“You’re a bastard,” Harry shuddered, “Draco,” she said, and didn’t miss the smile that crossed his face when she shrieked.

“Are you going to come for me?” She nodded, her voice lodged in her throat. He pumped his fingers in and out of her pussy faster, using the thumb on his other hand to rub her clit.

“Such a good girl for me,” he whispered to her, feeling her heat tighten around his fingers, “your pussy is so tight around my fingers. Be a good girl and come for me now.”

She screamed his name, her back arching off the bed before she collapsed. Her hands were shaky as she covered her face. She was torn between hiding her face from him and lying there in contentment.

“Look at me,” he ordered softly, “don’t get shy on me now, slut.”

Harry peeked between her fingers, heat curling in her belly as he licked his fingers clean, “you taste delicious. Next time you'll feel even better.”

“Next time?” she squeaked, only to receive a devilish smile.

“We have all night, slut. Be patient; I’ll give you what you want.” Despite every other time he’d kissed her, this was the one she’d never forget. It was so slow, deliberate with each time he nibbled on her bottom lip.

“All night?” Harry echoed his words, disbelief heavy in her voice and fear. She didn’t know if she could handle an entire night with him, not with the pleasure he wrung from her body.

“Shut up,” he hissed at her.

“Make me,” Harry snarked back.

Something inside him must have snapped and she was ecstatic. Since her orders to act like a whore and beg for it, Harry knew he could dominate her, pin her down and make her scream and God, if that didn’t make her delirious.

He took both of her wrists in his left hand, pinning them above her head, amongst the pillows. “You really shouldn’t say shit like that to me,” Draco growled out.

She arched up, riding his fingers that he’d slid inside of her. “Why not?” Harry faked innocence, “You told me to act like a dirty, little slut for you. Why wouldn’t I want you to fuck me like one? Am I not allowed to like when you’re rough?” she took his bottom lip between her teeth, tugging at it.

That did it. He leaned dangerously close to her, “you want me to fuck your cunt?” Harry nodded, silent. “You want me to treat you like my slut?” she nodded once more. “On your hands and knees, princess,” he released her wrists, which she noticed did not hurt at all, “now.”Harry did as she was told, feeling the bed dip beneath his weight as he moved behind her. Draco leaned forward, trailing open mouthed kisses down her spine. “God,” she shuddered, “Draco."

He lined himself up with her entrance, sliding two fingers in once again, trying to make sure she was ready. There was only one thing going through her head as he slowly pushed the tip of his cock inside of her and it was that she wanted this all the goddamned time. “Oh, God,” she gasped. Not that she could say it out loud, even though it would be a boost to his self confidence, he was so larger, “I-I.”

“So fucking tight, and wet for me, princess,” he groaned, finally sinking fully into her. He stayed still for just a moment, letting her adjust. His hands were everywhere, over her breasts, toying with her nipples, sliding down her stomach to rub her clit. She pulled forward slightly, to give herself room to slam herself down on his cock, hearing him moan above her, “you’re going to ride me next time, slut.”

When he moved finally, finally, fucking her like she wanted, she sunk down to where she was laying her head on her arms, her arse up in the air for him. “Fuck,” She murmured. He drove impossibly deep into her, his hands on her hips. At one point he raked his nails down her back and she had screamed his name, reveling in it all.

Harry had her doubts about making it through an entire night with him, but now she knew it had to be impossible.

“You’re gorgeous,” he growled, slapping her ass with an open palm. Her response was stuck in her throat still. It was all she could do to moan his name, a broken chant as he thrusted inside of her again and again, “you’re perfect for me, the way your pussy wraps around my cock.”

“Fuck,” Harry's voice broke on the word, “Draco, I just, you just,” she couldn’t get the words out with the gasps falling from her mouth each time his thick cock entered her at a speed that had her quivering and her legs about to give out.

“What is it?” he asked, winding his fingers into her hair and yanking her hair. Her moan had turned to a delicious squeal as she looked back at him, “you love this too?” She nodded. “Say it, princess,” Draco ordered.

“I like when you pull my hair,” Harry whispered, “I like when you fuck me like this. It’s,” she didn’t have words to describe how good it felt when he slid in, stretching her inner walls, “Just so fucking good.”

“Lay on your back,” Her eyes widened. “Trust me,” he urged. She frowned as he slid out of her heat, but she laid on her back, her head nestled against the pillows. With his hands on her legs, he pulled them to rest on his shoulders.

“As much,” he began, his words followed by a feather light touch to her clit, “as I love to see you on your hands and knees for me, I’d rather see your face.”

Harry blushed, “sorry,” she mumbled.

He cut her off, “I promise you will like this.” She bit her lip as she felt him rubbing against her folds. “Keep your legs on my shoulders,” he said.

He moved forward all at once, and she screamed his name at the delicious feeling. He felt so much deeper this way, from this angle. “Draco,” she gasped, pulling at him, trying to steal a kiss from him amidst it all.

He obliged, leaning down to kiss her and somehow, it felt better than it had before. In meeting her lips, she had been very good for him, keeping her legs over his shoulder, and he’d pushed them back.

She’d never thought she’d end up in a position where her knees were this close to her face. “Oh, my God,” she moaned, “Draco, I’m so close,” she could hear the begging in her voice before she even uttered the word please.

He smirked, which was never a good sign, and leaned backwards again, watching her writhe beneath him. “Touch yourself,” he demanded, “make yourself come around my cock like you want.”

Harry couldn’t breathe, “I’m was given the potion,” she rushed out, her cheeks on fire following her orders, she begged, “I’d prefer... if you didn’t pull out of me.”

“Holy fuck,” he growled, grabbing her right wrist and pulling it down her stomach, “absolutely.”

She rubbed her clit with two fingers, watching him as she did. “Princess, God, you’re incredible. Are you going to come for me, slut?”

“Are you?” Harry challenged, she was feeling bold.

“I’m going to fucking fill you since you asked so nicely.” She moaned, closing her eyes. “Watch me, baby. I want to see you.” She was so sure she’d be sore tomorrow. Not that the knowledge would have made her stop anyways. “Come for me like the slut you are. Let me hear you scream.”

She gasped, “Draco,” It was undeniably a scream, her back arching. The feeling of his thrusts combined with her earth shattering orgasm were indescribable. “Come for me,” she yanked him down to whisper in his ear, “fill my pussy with come like you want.”

“Slut,” he growled, his seed spilling inside of her.

“For you I will be,” Harry giggled at him, still acting like a whore who loved Draco, running her fingers through his hair, “God, that was incredible.”

“You have a filthy mouth,” he told her, “you're staying with me tonight.”

“You’re not done with me?” Her eyes shot open, and her confidence was gone as she ripped the sheet up to cover herself.