Harley is leaking

Bellatrix's eyes narrowed as she noticed Harry's penis leaking through the delicate, lace-trimmed undergarments. She smirked, her grip on the cane tightening.

"Ah, I see you're enjoying this, Harley," she said, her voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "I knew you would."

She raised the cane again, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Harry braced himself for the next strike, his body trembling with fear and humiliation. But instead of striking him, Bellatrix lowered the cane and stepped closer to him.

Bellatrix's eyes gleamed with sadistic pleasure as she reached out and grasped Harry's penis, her fingers wrapping tightly around it. She began to stroke him, her touch sending shivers down his spine. At the same time, she raised her other hand and brought it down on his buttocks, the slap echoing through the shop.

"Ah, yes," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "You're going to make a perfect little servant for the Dark Lord."

Harry's face burned with shame as Bellatrix continued to stroke him, her fingers moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm. He tried to resist, but his body betrayed him, responding to her touch despite his revulsion.