Bethany was always the type to hold her head held high. The Ravenclaw had it all - brains, beauty, a

Bethany was always the type to hold her head held high. The Ravenclaw had it all - brains, beauty, and a cluster of friends that were both loyal and effective minions. Even the teachers liked her, which was why she had been named Head Girl. She’d only ever had problems with one class, but Muggle History was a joke, and everyone knew it. She hardly considered herself a blood purist or anything like that, but the simple truth was that no one without magical power could be important in the long run. But if she wanted to leave Hogwarts with a perfect record, then she had to retake the class, to replace that one solid B.“And you’re never going to replace it if you can’t learn to bend that stiff neck of yours,” Dylan said as he watched her lazily from the opposite side of the table. The Slytherin male wasn’t near her league, but he was a muggle-born and had breezed through the class that had for so long thwarted her.“My neck is NOT stiff,” Bethany protested hotly. “Stand up,” Dylan ordered, perching his head on his interwoven fingers.“No!” Bethany refused. She crossed her arms and tried to look defiant, but he only grinned.“Stand. Up.”The low growl in his voice made the young woman shiver. Her chair scraped against the stone floor as she slowly did as she was ordered. She considered herself a modern witch, well above her peers, but there was something in his eyes that burned through all her beliefs and dug straight into the primal side of her mind. Something clenched inside of her as he got up as well, gently took her by the hand, and lead her to the tower window. Bethany gasped as he forcibly bent her over and began to spread her legs. “ Tell me no and I stop,” Dylan declared. He waited in silence, the only sound in her ears the sound of her own heart racing. Bethany found her tongue frozen, her brain paralyzed. Not out of fear, but an unfamiliar need.“Tell me no and I stop,” Dylan repeated as he lifted her skirts. Bethany replied by spreading her legs further, giving hi, easy access to her panties.“I tell you a third time, tell me no and I stop,” Dylan offered one last time. Bethany responded by moaning as he stripped her, exposing her pussy. She squirmed as his fingers ran up and down her slit. This, this was what she needed. Someone who could take charge, someone who wasn’t daunted by her acvievements. The Slytherin nodded as his fingers slipped inside her, causing her to gasp. “That’s what I thought. You need this. To give in. To surrender. No more control, no more pretenses. I bet you barely even play with yourself. Well, now you’re mine. My personal plaything. And I’m going to make sure you get used well and often.”Bethany trembled as his fingers picked up speed. She could hear it, the wet, sloppy sound of him pushing her closer to a climax. There’d never been time to do this, not when she could have been studying. And now she felt her mind slipping away, thoughts shattering like a wooden ship tossed about by a hurricane of pleasure. When she came, she came hqrd, with a wail of long suppressed luster and satisfaction.“Good girl,” Dylan said as he pulled his sticky fingers from her cunt. Stay there.“"What…what are you doing?” Bethany asked, unable to turn and look.“Oh, just leaving you a reminder for our next session…” -- source link

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