After restraining his hands again, she resumed playing with herself and torturing him with the view. The seconds crawled by. Draco’s restraint was worn so thin it took a fair amount of energy to hold himself back. He was not used to being made to wait like this, and it annoyed him so much he wanted to go through with his threat and unbind himself and take her anyway, but he remembered how easily her talons had ripped his throat open before and imagined what they might do with his genitalia. 