"See? I am taking good care of you just as I promised pet. Don’t ask to make big decisions, leave that up to the Alphas." Hermione’s words were so demeaning, rocked Bellatrix to her core. Though as much as she wanted to say something defiant, like how she was a strong independent woman who could think for herself, her body it was giving her different directions. She felt her hips start to move again, her trembling fingers went to her clit, the heat was here to stay until she found a way to convince Hermione to take it off of her. She would not be good at arguing, or denying advances, all she would be good at was this.