Hello just a small warning before reading this. This story contains themes of submission and domination, sexual references and incest. If you aren't able to stomach things like that then please turn back now. Includes a line from Lana Del Rey's you can be the boss. Reviews, constructive criticism and spelling or grammar correction all welcome.


The dark lords mark was not the only one to stain her skin. The other imprints in her flesh were much more intimate than even her lord's mark could ever hope to be. She bore the marks proudly, they showed that he owned her.

You can be the boss, Daddy

When Bellatrix was a little girl her fathers threats of a smacked bottom was enough to shut her up. Whenever she had been bad enough to warrant a spanking she would cry until she couldn't breathe, because it hurt and she hated Bellatrix had turned sixteen she found that she was being deliberately naughty and holding back moans of pleasure instead of tears, because it hurt and she enjoyed it. Bellatrix and her fathers relationship changed then, her punishment was no longer the naughty step. It was being brutally fucked by the only man who would ever truly own her. Her punishments became more and more severe. Hands became a belt and instead of dragging his nails across her skin he carved into it with a knife. Every punishment left her raw, sore and bleeding and it hurt. Yet, she still enjoyed it.

He decided the pattern of the scars on her ass or the bruises that covered her constantly, he decided where the imprints of his teeth should be as he tore at her neck, her breasts and between her thighs. Her father was the boss, her master and she was as much his slave as his daughter. He was the only man who could make her write and moan and scream like a bitch in heat and she was just that, his bitch. She would never allow anyone else to tie her to the bed, beat her or call her a slut but she let him. She was a slut, Daddy's slut. Bellatrix let her Daddy fuck her till it hurt and spread his come into the bloody wounds he had created because it hurt and she loved it. She loved him.