A/N: Thanks to Steph for the beta she is so fabulous. I want to say sorry for the long wait on this but those who read my Livejournal knows why it had to be this way.
Chapter Seven: "Beauty On The Fire"
Here it comes again
Cannot out run my desire
Cover my decent
And throw the
Beauty on the fire
Drawn towards the edge
Do I assume I could fly
Every secret shared
Why do I drink
The feelings dry
Don't go too far
Limitation scars
Beauty on the fire - Natalie Imbruglia
She had tried to fight the contraption Draco had attached to her. The problem was that every time her fingers came even remotely close to the damn thing it became more intense. Hence, her current position.
It had been an hour and a half since Draco left her and she had long since abandoned her attempts to get the bloody instrument off. She had also given up counting her orgasms. They had been plentiful.
So now she was lying in the middle of the bed, trying to relax. It seemed to help. The buzzing become softer only resulting in small, trembling orgasms as opposed to those harsh, panting climaxes that had seized her when she tried to get from the chair to the bed.
"Stupid manipulative prick ass bastard, mother-fucking piece of scum shit!!!" Ginny cursed out loud whilst imagining 30 different scenarios that all had the same outcome. Draco Malfoy's painful and long overdue demise
"Now, now, Ginevra dearest I know you wouldn't be talking about me."
She pushed herself halfway up into a lounging position and spread her legs.
Draco grinned widely. "Now see, that's more like it. I see you have learned your lesson then."
Ginny glared at him in a way that made Draco want to check for mortal wounds but he managed to suppress the feeling, after all a Malfoy should never show any sign of fear.
"Get. It. Off."
Draco kept his smirk firmly in place as he made his way across the room. He nudged her legs slightly, prodding her to spread them even wider. Ginny complied, opening herself completely too him. And he let his hand trail softly along the inside of her tights. They were sticky with her juices, the juices still leaking from her open pussy as Draco slowly explored her with light fingers.
"I hope you didn't find your lesson to harsh then?"
Ginny glared at him. "Take it off damn it."
With a soft press from his fingers the butterfly stilled its movements and fell from her aching clit. And the second it did Ginny sprang from the bed.
"Ginevra!"
Draco's harsh tone made Ginny turn and face him.
"We talked about this."
Ginny looked at him with what seemed to be honest confusion, as he motioned for her to come back to the bed.
She jumped slightly from leg to leg before bursting out that she really had to pee and then made a beeline for the bathroom, Draco pondered for a moment whether or not to tell her… but when a squeak and a moan was heard from her he knew she had managed to figure out that an other orgasm had just hit all by her own.
Ginny almost managed to fall into the toilet when another orgasm raced through her. She swore silently under her breath as she cleaned herself up. Her body was still tingling with the aftermaths of her resent sensual pleasure and she really didn't want to enter the bedroom as long as Draco was still there.
She just knew that he would make sure that her body found its release at least once more.
She buried her face in her hands. Things had been spiraling out of control so fast and in all honesty she just didn't know what to think of it all.
Draco Malfoy had been her first and only lover so she didn't have any basis for comparison, but Ginny felt quite sure that he was a very talented man when it came to sexual side of their relationship. That wasn't the problem. No the problem consisted of the fact that he was also an egotistical, slimy slytherin with what Ginny suspected was sociopathic tendencies and who would do absolutely anything to get back at his boyhood enemies.
Oh Ginny held no illusions on that matter. At some point the fact that she was Draco's mistress would find its way to her brother and Harry and then… well then all hell would break loose.
She sniffed as she splashed cool water on her face.
Well Harry and her brothers would just have to rant and rave. She had done what she had to do and she would just have to live with the fallout, as would they... eventually.
Ten minutes later a slightly less disheveled Ginny Weasley made her way out of the bathroom to find the room empty.
Thanking every deity she could think off for this small reprieve she made her way to the closet for a change of clothes so that she could take a quick shower before his inevitable return.
She had just picked out lingerie when Draco reentered the room.
"Oh no Ginevra, you're not getting away that easy."
She whirled to face him as he lounged against one of the bedposts. He crooked one finger and Ginny obeyed immediately. She was next to him before the idea of denying the summons even stuck her, and by then it was too late.
Draco looked down at the nude girl standing in front of him. She looked truly divine. Her body was still flushed and trembling, her hair untamed. She looked wanton, and if he had anything to do with it that would be the way she would looked for the majority of their three months together.
He pushed her hair behind her shoulders and ran his hands over her shoulders and, down her sides, lingering at her breasts. Twisting and pulling slightly on her nipples he watched as her breathing became heavier.
He continued his careful exploration of her body, caressing her taut stomach and still soaking wet cunt. As his fingers explored her he turned her softly so that her back was against him. He entered her with one finger feeling her moisture flowing again ignited by his touch.
"Look at yourself," he whispered into her hair. He lifted her chin slightly with his other hand so that Ginny was facing the large antique mirror that hung next to his dresser.
His eyes met hers in the mirror, him watching her, watch herself.
Ginny's eyes widened as she stared into the silver glass, that woman she was seeing looked nothing like Ginevra Weasley. That woman's eyes were glossy with passion, as her lover spayed her open and fucked her with his fingers. Ginny met Draco's eyes and moaned at the erotic picture they made.
His slender fingers teased her wet cunt mercilessly, wringing reactions from her that she had never thought herself capable of. She whimpered and moaned her body writing against his, lost in the desire. And when he finally took mercy on her, entering her tight slick heat with one long finger and, curling it inside her, her relief was immediate. She keened as he pushed her over the edge and suddenly she could no longer see the mirror only the swirling pin-pricks of light that grew darker and darker.
Draco looked down at the girl slumped in his arms. In retrospect he realized that he should have given her a bit of
rest and nourishment before he continued to explore the joys of her body… but then hindsight was always
twenty-twenty.
He picked her up and carried her to the bed before he entered the bathroom to run her a hot bath. It was already five o'clock and they would need to get ready for the party soon.
When Ginny woke up 10 minutes later Draco was already gone, but she was not alone. One of the house-elves was standing next to the bed prodding her with one finger trying to rouse her.
She shot up, making sure that her body was indeed covered by the sheet before she allowed herself to relax again. It was bad enough that she had to parade naked in front of Draco Malfoy, but she sure as hell wasn't about to put on a show in front of the house elves.
She wrapped the sheet tightly around herself as the little menace bustled around the room, picking out clothes for her. Then she made her way into the bathroom and slammed the door shut behind her.
She was allowed to soak in private for another ten minutes before the house-elf entered the bathroom. And in short order she was then bathed, moisturized and perfumed before the elf wrapped her into a fluffy robe and deposited her in front of the vanity.
When Draco returned to his room an hour and a half later, he couldn't help his sharp intake of breath at
Ginny's appearance.
She was dressed in a pale green gown that perfectly molded to her curvy frame, accentuating her luscious breasts and slender waist. Her hair was in a sleek chignon with a few stray curls caressing her cheeks.
She was in short, breathtaking
He walked up to the vanity and placed his hands on her bare shoulders. As her eyes met his in the mirror there was a tension there in their eyes as they both remembered their last rendezvous, a tension that lit a slow burning fire in the pit of Ginny's stomach as Draco's hands softly caressed her neck and shoulders.
"You look lovely." He whispered against her ear.
"Yes." Ginny snorted. "Like a little doll, all dressed up."
Draco grinned at the contempt lacing Ginny's sweet voice as she viewed herself critically in the mirror.
"Yes, but there seems to be something missing."
Ginny frowned at her reflection. "Missing?"
Draco gave her a boyish grin as he held up the jewelry box. He flipped it open with a well-practiced ease and Ginny couldn't help the gasp that escaped as she watched the cool fire of more diamonds than she had ever seen in one place before. He laid the chocker around her throat. Its sparkling intensity held her in thrall as Draco used a small key to lock it around her neck.
"It's not just a necklace is it?" Ginny could already feel the bile rising in her throat.
"No."
And with that he put the key in his pocket. The collar already locked into place.