Daphne wanted his expression, noting his surprise. She wasn't necessarily going to do what wanted. She could do whatever she wanted and he'd fall in line, but she always seemed to ask unless it was someone she'd been with before. It helped her try to draw the line. As much as they said they were into it, there were still those people who went telling tales when something happened they didn't like. They turned her into a slut rather than anything else. She hated those guys and a few of them had paid for their misdeeds and rumors later on.
When he moved closer, she backed up. It was a power game. He could only get as close as she allowed him. He could only touch when she said so. Hell, he could only look when she said he could. "That's interesting. I know of the rumors. Some are true; some are not. Like the one about me turning a guy into a dog and then actually taking him for a walk? That was blown out of proportion," she said thoughtfully. "I turned him into a dog, yes, but he never left my flat. And anyway, he's the one who ruined my sofa by pissing all over it. He deserved what he got."
She turned around and walked to the bed, and then turned to face him from the end of the bed. She had no interest of using the bed right away. Or maybe never depending on how things went. Beds were highly overrated even in these back rooms that just begged for sex and debauchery. "Well, what I want is for you to beg. For you to not find completely for quite some time. I want you to practically be in pain before I let you cum, Malfoy," she said, her tone suddenly both teasing and seductive at once with its low pitch.
Without waiting for him to say anything, she grabbed her wand and pointed it to the bed. On the mattress, she conjured a collar and a leash. They'd spoke of this, so surely he couldn't complain. Grabbing it, she walked back over to him. "Don't touch me," she warned him in a low voice. Without even pausing, she went around his back and from there, she strapped the collar around his neck. Once it was secure and she knew it wasn't suffocating him - it would be a shame if he passed out form lack of oxygen before they really got started, after all - she leaned back so her lips were pressed to his ear and said in a husky voice, "Get on your hands and knees."