November 1971
Malfoy Manor
"Madam Lestrange."
She bowed her head as she entered Lord Voldemort's office. She shut the door behind her and kept her head bowed as she walked further inside. She neared him, her heart quickening.
"My Lord," she said in reverence, for he was everything to her. She was one of his youngest Death Eaters - she and her husband and her brother-in-law. She'd been matched with Rodolphus Lestrange for marriage, and the two of them had married at eighteen and become Death Eaters even before then.
"Bella." The two syllables, velveteen from his lips, made her raise her face, and her breath hitched in her throat. She stared at him for a long moment, at his scarred and jagged face, and he gestured to the chair opposite him. "Sit."
"Yes, Master." She slid into the chair in a fluid movement, and Voldemort sighed as he folded his hands on his desk.
"I perceive tension between you and your husband," he pronounced tightly. "I can not have ongoing issues among my Death Eaters. I am not a marriage counselor. Tell me what the problem is."
Bellatrix's lips parted a little, and she swallowed hard as she whispered, "I am not… plain enough for him, I think, sir."
"Plain enough," Voldemort repeated. "Whatever could you mean?"
Bellatrix hesitated, and then she felt the crash of Voldemort's Legilimency inside of her mind.
'Dolph,' she said to her husband, rotating on the bed, 'use a Lubrication Charm and put it… you know… in the other… hole.'
'What?' Rodolphus sounded absolutely scandalised. 'Don't be disgusting, Bellatrix. What the blazes is the matter with you?'
Bellatrix shut her eyes. She wanted him to cut her with knives until she bled while he fucked her. She wanted him to tie her up to the bed and cover her eyes, to gag her mouth with his tie. She wanted him to spank her until she couldn't breathe. She wanted him to whip her with spells until she was red and hot and crying. She wanted to be drilled from behind. She wanted him in her arse; she wanted to swallow his come.
But every time she'd suggested any of that to him, he'd reminded her of what Good Girls did with their husbands. They lay on their backs and they took their husband's cocks for a little while. And that was that.
"This is the source of your discord?" asked Voldemort, pulling out of Bellatrix's mind. He sounded almost amused, and Bellatrix was humiliated. She stared at her lap and tore at her own fingers as she shook her head and mumbled,
"I'm sorry, Master. I'll do what he -"
"What a bloody fool he is," Voldemort scoffed. He rose slowly and guessed, "You use contraceptive spells, because I need you as a soldier, but you spend your nights lying on your back like some sort of doll. Is that it?"
"Yes." She couldn't manage a Master then. She just nodded, and Voldemort walked around the desk as he dragged his fingers along her jaw. She shivered at his touch. Oh, for how long she'd wanted this - to be touched by him. She stared up at him, and he whispered,
"I would fuck you after cutting your skin."
He held her jaw, tightening his grip until Bellatrix gasped in pain, and he added,
"I would put my cock where you want it. I would paint you with my come. You'd drink it. I'd whip you. Oh, I'd whip you."
"Master." Bellatrix was breathless then, and suddenly she was wrenched roughly to her feet as Voldemort yanked on her wrist. He squeezed her wrist so tightly that she could tell there would be a bruise, and she moaned at the feel of that. She tipped her head back, and he swallowed her mouth up into a deep kiss. Bellatrix squealed in shock, for she had never expected that he would ever kiss her in a million years. But he pulled back and released her wrist, and he shoved her so hard that she staggered back against the wall, tripping a little.
"You are my slave," he reminded her. "I can do with you whatever I please."
"Of course, Master," Bellatrix nodded frantically. She shoved curls out of her eyes and rubbed at her wrist. "Of course."
"Your husband wants to take you like a docile little doll? Fine. I'm your master. I will cut you until you bleed. I will put my cock where I want. I will spank you. I will whip you. You will drink my seed, Bellatrix."
"Master." She was soaked between her legs now, and she bent over a little, clutching at the abdomen of her black velvet dress as she registered the fact that he was going to let her have him, really have him. No. He was going to let her give herself to him. Really give herself to him. She raised her eyes to him, a kink of hair falling in front of her face as she whispered again, "Master."
"Get on your knees. You begin now." He stuck out his hand and wandlessly Summoned her, and Bellatrix yelped in shock as she was wrenched across the room toward him. He slammed her down onto the ground, and her knees screamed in protest. He aimed his wand at her and Conjured ropes to bind her wrists before her, and Bellatrix was suddenly so excited she couldn't stand it. She was going to finish right there, kneeling before him.
"Crack open your mouth." Voldemort reached into his robes and unbuttoned his trousers, quickly yanking out the cock that had hardened through all of this. He approached Bellatrix and shoved his cock quickly into her mouth. He slid his fingers into her curls and jammed her head hard against his pelvis, and Bellatrix immediately gagged so badly that she almost vomited.
"Nonemesis," incanted Voldemort, to keep her from being sick on his cock. She still gagged like mad as he shoved himself over and over and over into her throat, his tip slamming so hard against her tonsils that she shrieked in pain and shock. She yanked at the Conjured ropes on her wrists, and Voldemort snarled as he began to pump his hips. He was fucking her mouth now, really fucking her hard, jamming his cock over and over, down, further, deeper. Bellatrix coughed and sputtered, and spit leaked all over her lips and dribbled down her chin.
"Master!" she said, or at least she tried to say it. It came out more like, "Asher!"
"Mercy, she cries!" he laughed, and he slammed his hips forward until Bellatrix screamed in agony. He pulled back and groaned loudly, and he held her jaw with cruel force as he came. His come was bitter, metallic, with an unpleasant tang, but Bellatrix drank it up like it was an elixir. She puffed and panted and swallowed it down as it landed on her tongue. She licked it off her lips; she lifted up her tied hands and swiped at her filthy mouth and murmured,
"Oh, Merlin's Beard…"
"Gaudens. Good girl," mumbled Voldemort, and suddenly Bellatrix thought she'd fall over. He'd given her an orgasm, a quick spell and a quick climax, but powerful and hot as it coursed through her veins.
"Merciful Master!" Bellatrix cried as she heaved for breath where she knelt, and then suddenly he was helping her to her feet. He Vanished the ropes off of her wrists, and he stared down at her as he tucked her hair behind her ear.
"What a fool Rodolphus is," he murmured, "to have you just lie on your back like… like…"
"Like a doll," Bellatrix nodded, and Voldemort narrowed his eyes. He tipped his head and whispered,
"I'll cut you and fuck you. I'll whip you, Bellatrix."
"Master." She wanted to touch him, to put her hands on his chest, but she resisted the urge. Instead she just bowed her head where she stood, and he tipped her chin up. He touched his lips to her forehead and whispered again,
"Good girl. Not a doll at all, are you? Hmm-mmm. So much more than that, I think. Go home to your husband, Bellatrix. Lie on your back. And think of your master. Dismissed."
Author's Note: I removed my previous story due to excessive abuse and took a break because of how much negativity I was receiving. I do realize that this story *also* won't be everyone's cup of tea. I ask that if BDSM/kink isn't your thing, please just ignore the story and resist the urge to review. Thank you.