Eve did gasp as she was thrown onto the bed. It didn't take much, as small as she was. But she was pretty durable, considering. It also wasn't the first time she'd been handled in such a way, or tossed onto a piece of furniture. She was getting what she wanted, and that was what mattered.
Despite him thinking he was in control of the situation, he never was. Eve wasn't even sure if he really thought that, because it seemed more like he was always trying to punish himself. She figured it was more a pride thing, since that was what he was always trying to cling to.
She shot Draco a dark glare when he gagged her, but made no move to rip it away. Due to the height difference, him pulling her legs up to his shoulders brought her considerably up off the bed, but she was pleased with his determination to prove his point. Draco wasn't boring, at least, and that was why she would never turn him away.