"I even got you some jewelry Bella, to wear in front of our guests." Hermione smiled, she could hear Bellatrix’s heart stop at the thought of anyone seeing her this way. Which to Hermione meant their training was finally getting somewhere, she was realizing that being Hermione’s personal cockwarmer was her true purpose, that the public would never appreciate how her body craved sex and servitude. "I won’t fuck you, the mess that you’ve made of yourself." Hermione pulled Bellatrix out of her bowl by her hair, licking some cream cum and tears from her cheek before spitting it back in her face. "But if you apologize properly for making us late, for forcing me to punish you, I’ll still give you your trinket. What do you say?" Hermione cooed out the question as she let go of Bellatrix’s hair.