Draco was startled when a whimper slipped between his thinly tight lips, his eyes rounding in apology before his mistress became angry with him and ruined all the fun they had been having, but his Mistress just smiled at him, moving her legs so that her left inner thigh grazed his heated cheek. Instinctively, Draco leaned into the warmth of her flesh, soaking in the heat as he stared up at his mistress. He didn’t dare move another inch, not trusting himself so close to what he really wanted. He had already tested the water’s twice and was not willing to try a third, not when he knew that his mistress’s swift tempter was legendary among her peers. He had witnessed it enough in their youth, her fiery temper often aimed at himself when he had riled her up with his poisonous tongue and quick wit.