Yes father

\"Yes father\" by Rose Eva

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter *smirks* yet - lol!
Kink: Voyeurism, sadism, implied incest
Pairings: Draco/Pansy, implied Draco/Lucius
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Involves implied incest,
Summary: Draco’s not supposed to feel that way; he’s supposed to like women. When his father found out he showed him why. But that just made Draco like it more. So now he gets watched whenever he has sexual relations. To make sure that he enjoys it. But Draco never will… Draco’s POV.

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I pushed her down onto the bed with force, knowing he was watching me from the corner. But this time I didn’t care. He could watch me as much as he wanted, that still wasn’t going to stop me.

Pansy looked up at me, her eyes twinkling. She thought I was doing it because I loved her. How sad. I could never love you, Pansy. You’re just not my type. Her eyes, though, were showing raw emotions: love, passion, and purity. None of which I could ever feel. I didn’t want to feel them. Why would I? I’m a Malfoy, and Malfoys don’t feel emotions, no matter how hard they come to us.

I ripped off her shirt and threw it to the ground, not even caring that he would see her exposed. She was a virgin and he would be seeing her naked. Pansy doesn’t know this and I don’t plan on telling her. It gives me an odd satisfaction to have him watch.

He always told me that it is a deserved honor for a Malfoy to take a girl’s virginity, but I don’t understand why that is. Yes, we are better, but does it matter? When I asked him, I got smacked and he showed me why it mattered. And I actually enjoyed it. So much that he now watches me whenever I make love with someone. I can’t have boys in my room, no. Too tempting he says. So he sends Pansy to my room, telling her I want to speak, and then he watches as I pull down her skirt, revealing a pair of white cotton panties.

I turned my head to the corner again and saw him staring, arms folded neatly over his chest. I glared at him and he just smirked and nodded his head, as if saying ‘Go on and finish the job,’ because that’s what Pansy exactly was; a job. I turned back to her and ripped off her garments harshly. She cried out in shock but I paid no attention.

She was exposed, her soft flesh beckoning me. I didn’t want it at all. I think she knew it because after staring at her for a matter of minutes, she whimpered. I looked at her, no passion or emotions in my eyes. And she knew why she was even in my room. Not because I loved her. I could never love anyone…almost anyone.

I shoved my index finger inside of her, and it must have been rough because she bit her lip so hard that it bled. I dared her with my eyes to cry out, and she didn’t. She had a good idea as to what would happen if she did. I didn’t want her to have any pleasure…but I didn’t want her to alert me of the pain. That would mean I have a fault. And Malfoys never have any faults.

Most lovers would soothe the pain with their tongues but I would never taste her. I wouldn’t taste anyone…unless it was him. Instead I unbuttoned my trousers and shoved them to the floor along with my silk boxers. I wasn’t erect. He must have noticed because when I turned to look at him, he gave me a glare. I wouldn’t be finished until I did the job.

I started to think of my first time. How he gave it to me. The feeling I got when he told me I was a bad boy that needed to learn what happened to people that felt like I did. He never expected me to enjoy it but I did. So I thought back to the day. How it felt to be thrust into, my anus bleeding because of the pressure. I came that day and I think that is the reason why I have to be with girls all the time. Malfoys weren’t supposed to enjoy that sort of thing and we are never supposed to come in that sort of situation; only with women.

I looked down to see that I was erect so without warning, I sheathed myself inside of her. It felt good, the warmth surrounding my cock. But I didn’t enjoy it. I would never enjoy it unless it was him I was in. But that would never happen.

Pansy looked at me, her eyes surrounded by tears. I supposed it must have hurt her, but I didn’t really care. Instead I started thrusting into her. Not taking my time by doing it slowly, but roughly and fast, the way I would normally like it. She tore the sheets, because of the pain and I almost slapped her. How dare she ruin my satin sheets? I made it rougher and turned around to see if he was watching. He was. And as I pulled out, he gave me a stern look. I’m never supposed to pull out until I come.

I could never come into Pansy. She was horrid. Not in an ugly way, but in a way that I would never like her. She wasn’t my type. But then again, no one was except for him. I imagined what he was doing behind me. Was he enjoying this? I felt the urge to stop and ask him but I just let my mind wander back to my first time, the image in my mind always allowing me to come.

I eased down my rough movements and heard a sigh escaper Pansy’s lips. I laughed softly and looked at her, breasts rising slowly and then going down quickly. Right hand over her head while the left was clutching the blanket. She had a beauty about her but it did nothing for me. I imagined what it would be like if he was lying here, vulnerable and filled with pain. Then I came.

I wore no condom and I never would. Pansy knew this so after I pulled out she muttered a quick cleansing spell. She looked at me, pain in her eyes, and then left the room, carrying her clothes in her arms. She would be back. They always are. I slowly pulled up my pants and trousers, and turned around to look at him.

“Draco,” he said, beckoning me to him. I looked into his eyes, trying to find some approval. But the steely-grayness of them held no emotions. I walked to him.

“Next time Draco, do not to look at me while you come. I want you to look at her.” He glared at me in slight disgust. He knew what I was thinking about when I came. But I didn’t care. Malfoys never cared. So I just looked him in the eye and replied back, tonelessly.

“Yes father.”

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