Yes mistress

Harry's body trembled as he uttered the words, "Yes, mistress." He felt a sense of shame and disgust as he submitted to Bellatrix's control, but he knew there was no other way out of this situation.

Bellatrix's grip on Harry's penis tightened, her fingers moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. She leaned in closer to him, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Good boy."

Harry's face burned with shame, but he couldn't deny the pleasure that was building up inside of him.

Bellatrix's grip on Harrys penis tightened, her fingers moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. She leaned in closer to him, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Good boy."

Harrys face burned with shame, but he couldnt resist the pleasure that was building up inside of him. He closed his eyes and let out a soft moan as he came, his body trembling with pleasure and humiliation.

Bellatrixs grip on him didnt falter, she continued to stroke him as he came, her fingers moving faster and faster.

As the last spasms of Harry's orgasm subsided, Bellatrix's grip on his penis finally relaxed, her fingers slipping away from his sensitive flesh. She stepped back, a self-satisfied smile spreading across her face as she surveyed the sight before her. Harry's eyes were still closed, his chest heaving with ragged breaths, his face flushed with a mixture of shame and pleasure.

The shop assistant, who had been watching the scene unfold with a mixture of horror and fascination, finally found the courage to speak up. "M-mistress, p-please," he stuttered, "is that all?"

Bellatrix's gaze snapped towards the assistant, her eyes narrowing.