HP: In The Magical World As Draco Malfoy

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"Excellent," I added. "Now why don't you stand up once more," I added, letting her pull out from that particular revealing pose. 

I could have pushed further, of course, but there was little point testing her resistance until the third dress, where the real fun was about to begin.

"That's it for this one as well," I said, calling the session for a close.

"Was it as good as the first one," she asked, her face glowing with excitement.

"Even better," I answered. "You have a real talent for modeling. Now, why don't you change for this," I added, passing the dress to her. 

"Hurry up, we are a bit restricted for time." It was bullshit, of course, as I had informed her earlier that there was no time crunch. 

But just as I hoped, with the elation of a well-done job, she missed the contradiction with my earlier statement, just as she missed checking the type of the dress she just picked up.

Fifteen minutes passed, a time that was more than enough to change, leaving me worried that she had a change of mind after seeing the dress. 

But just as I was about to walk upstairs, to check whether I could convince her, when the door opened, and her head pointed out from the entrance, the rest of her body was hidden behind the door. 

"I don't think this dress is the correct size," she murmured.

"Hard for me to comment without seeing," I said, letting just the right amount of annoyance to slip into my tone. 

She ducked her head in shame, yet appeared in the doorway. She looked amazing with the small black dress around her body, tight and short enough that even a slutty girl would have thought twice before wearing it to a club, and the fact that the dress was sized for someone less curvy than her made things even better. 

"Why are you waiting there, come down so I can take a good look at you," I added, watching satisfyingly as she climbed down the stairs, the tightness of the dress failing to hide the way her body trembled with each step.

"It seems perfectly okay for me," I said, trying my best to sound clinical, hoping that my arousal was going to be unnoticed. "Stand in the center, we are starting the shoot in a minute."

"But-" she murmured, her complaint aborted by a glare once more, and she took a relaxed pose in the middle of the room. 

I started, excitement blossoming in my heart. The time for compliance was getting shorter with each order, making me curious just how far I could push her. 

Again, I kept my orders strictly limited to the safe poses for a while, until I decided it was the time.

"It's not working," I said, with a sudden sharp tone. "I can see the line of the underwear. Go and remove your panties."

That comment was more than enough to break her silence. "What?" she murmured in shock.

"You need to remove your panties," I repeated, pointing at the small section I sectioned to change clothes. 

"We can't use the poses where the lines are caressed." She looked like about to argue, even though my sharp tone had drained the fervor her first comment carried. 

"Hurry up, we need to finish it in a bit." In actuality, we were already finished, the pictures I took were more than appropriate. The rest was just for my personal enjoyment.

It was a delicious view to see her walking towards the curtain of the changing section. 

Slow, hesitant, blushing, but walking nevertheless. She disappeared behind the fabric, invisible other than the rustling of the curtain. 

The blush on her face, and the insistent grasp of her fingers around the skirt was proof for the absence of her panties. I assumed she left them on the rack. 

But I decided to risk flying closer to the sun. "Why are you still wearing your bra," I said.

"That needs to go as well?" she questioned, only to receive a stiff, unforgiving nod in response. She ducked her head, but walked behind the screen nonetheless.

She was out once more after another round of fumbling, in a visual that would be enough to trigger arousal in a rock. 

Her tits squeezed by the tight grasp of the chest area, the lines mysteriously alluding to the treasure underneath, her nipples shouting their presence proudly. 

"Excellent," I said. "You are an amazing model, Nicole," I said, once again rewarding her for her good behavior. "Why don't you walk back to the set so we can continue our business."

She followed my command, once again without a complaint, cycling through the poses, though in every pause, her hands found the hem of the dress, pulling down obsessively to ensure nothing was revealed. 

I said nothing to prevent it, because that action had a side effect she failed to notice. With each pull, the dress was getting lower, enhancing the cleavage she was sporting. 

I decided to use it to the maximum effect. "Remember the pose we took with the last dress, where you lean forward, surprised. Do it."

It was a testament of her obedience instinct that she followed my command without even a blink, one of her hands pointing to the ground.

The other pressing to her lips in a facsimile of naughty surprise, both arms pressing on the sides of her breasts, when combined with the angle, providing the perfect view for my attention. 

I was tempted to ask her to pull her dress even lower, but I was afraid that the spell would be broken if I push too hard.

Instead, I decided to use some reverse psychology. "Nicole, pull your dress up a bit, you are displaying too much cleavage for the pose." She looked down, only to blush into a painful red when she realized the extent of flesh she was showing.

She tried to rise, but I was ready to prevent it. "Don't break the pose," I ordered.

She kept the pose, but grabbed and pulled the dress until the cleavage turned downright modest. Just as I planned, I noted as I took a few more pictures.

"Now, the same pose, but turn your back to me."

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