"Bellatrix."
She looked over her shoulder at him as they walked into the small bedroom with its pine bed and matching wardrobe. She raised her eyebrows at him, and as he shut off the overhead electric light and flicked his fingers at the lamp beside the bed, he murmured,
"Don't do anything like… you know, the things those wizards made you do. I don't want to be like them."
"Oh. My Lord." Bellatrix shook her head. "You are nothing like them."
He pulled her into a close hold and bent to touch his lips to hers. "Tell me what you want. What will please you. Tell me what will make you feel good, Bellatrix, and I will do that."
"I want to see you," she said, rather earnestly. "I want to touch you. At last."
Mr Riddle sighed and reached to unbuckle the leather straps at the sides of his tunic. He undid them one at a time, like little belt buckles, and for some reason it was terribly sexy to watch him unstrap himself like that. Bellatrix stepped back, sucking in air as she observed him haul the heavy tunic up and over his shoulders. His black cotton shirt beneath was lightweight, and it stripped off easily. Then he was shirtless, and Bellatrix felt her throat go dry. She ogled him, the way his lean muscle carved and sliced. She stared at the thin scars running across his pectoral muscles and his tight abdomen. On instinct, she reached out to touch him, brushing her fingers over his warm, hard skin.
"You are… so handsome." She didn't have anything more insightful to say. She raised her eyes to his face, knowing he'd aged far beyond his early forties and not caring. She cupped his jaw in her hand and mumbled, "I want you."
"Bellatrix." He whispered her name, and it rolled off of his lips delicately. She shut her eyes and savoured the feel of him standing so near to her. She got to work on the buttons of his trousers at once. Her fingers moved deftly, easily, for she was quite practised at removing a man's clothing. She undid the buttons and shoved his trousers and undergarments down. Mr Riddle wriggled out of them, kicking his boots away and then shucking his trousers entirely. Then he was naked, standing before her with his cock out, and Bellatrix just gaped.
Enormous. He was enormous.
She blinked a few times and stared ungracefully at his member. It was rude to stare at a man's cock. She'd been taught that by Madam Sophie. She'd also been taught to flatter wizards who had small penises, and how to absorb the impact from a man with a large cock. But unless Bellatrix was remembering incorrectly, this was the largest one she'd seen. Out of all the wizards' anatomy she'd seen as a prostitute, this was the most impressive. Was this why he'd kept pushing her away?
He cleared his throat a little, and Bellatrix snapped her eyes up to his. His cheeks had gone a little pink, and he wrapped a hand round his shaft as he shrugged.
"It's a bit big, I know."
"Understatement. It's certainly not a problem." Bellatrix grinned, and Mr Riddle finally smirked. He brushed his knuckles down the side of Bellatrix's arm and asked,
"Any chance of you undressing and meeting me halfway in nudity?"
"Oh. Yes, of course." She quickly divested herself of her blouse, bra, skirt, and knickers. She slid off her flat boots and made a neat pile of her clothes with a flick of her wand. She was naked then, and for the first time in months, she was a little embarrassed about that fact. Ordinarily, she didn't care what her customers thought of her body, or whether they thought she was a pretty little thing. But right now, she very much cared what Tom Riddle - Lord Voldemort - thought about her. She stepped up to him and stared at his face, searching for a response to her body.
He liked her. She could tell. It was obvious from the way his eyes glinted, the way his lips parted and his breath started to come more quickly. He reached to brush his knuckles over Bellatrix's breast, dragging his thumb over the nipple that peaked, and she hummed. She felt herself flush wet between her legs, and she whispered,
"I like being touched by you."
"I want to make you happy." He compressed his fingers around the tissue of her breast, and as he stepped a little closer, his cock tucked up against Bellatrix's belly. She let her eyes flutter shut, and she hummed a little noise, because he'd put his fingertips of his other hand between her legs. She adjusted how she was standing until he could touch her more easily. He dipped down, his lips going beside her ear, and he whispered,
"I want to make you come."
"You are very good at making me come with just your fingers," Bellatrix laughed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She held onto him, and he rubbed his hand away from her breast, down over her ribs and squeezing at her backside. He dared to press a little at the button of her bum, making Bellatrix squirm and moan.
"You like that," he noted, and Bellatrix gave a frantic nod. He pushed one finger, then another, into her womanhood, and he used his thumb to press circles onto her clit. He pulsed and pushed, and then his thumb of his other hand pressed again at her bum. Bellatrix squeezed the cheeks of her backside together and wrenched her eyes shut, feeling her cheeks go hot. Why did she like that so much? She choked out a helpless sound as he stood upright and murmured,
"Feel it deeply, Bella."
Bella. She wanted him to call her that forever. She opened her eyes and stared up at him as he twisted his fingers inside of her and toyed with her clit. He pushed at her backside again, and she whispered,
"It feels too good."
"I'm glad to hear that." Mr Riddle curled up half his mouth and deepened his touch. He dragged his fingers against the front of her walls, pulsing hard onto her clit with his thumb. He depressed his thumb again onto her bum, not hard enough to penetrate but hard enough to make her knees weak. That was enough. That did her in. Bellatrix coughed out a sound of need, a guttural sound of pleasure and satisfaction. Then she felt herself contracting around his fingers as her vision blurred and the sound in her ears whirred. For a long moment, she thought she would fall. It felt good, so good, to just stand there and come. It felt so much better than it had felt in the brothel.
"Please kiss me." Bellatrix finally managed to speak, pleading up at him as she came to her senses. He wandlessly uttered a spell to Scour his hands, and then he took her face in his palms and bent to kiss her deeply. Bellatrix reached between them and stroked at his cock, thinking again that he was of particularly generous size. He must be aching for release now, she thought. He must be dying to come by now. She broke their kiss and said,
"Tell me your thing."
"My… thing," Mr Riddle repeated, and Bellatrix cocked up a brow.
"Everyone has a thing that makes them made with desire. Tell me yours so that I can please you properly."
"You are not a prostitute anymore," Mr Riddle pointed out. "You don't have to please men; you get to be pleased now."
"I want to make you feel good." Bellatrix used one hand to pump at his uncut cock, and she touched gently at his chest with the other. He bent to kiss her again, brushing his lips against hers, and he mumbled,
"My thing, I suppose, would be to hold you."
Bellatrix frowned, confused. His most ardent desire was to hold her? Her eyes welled just a little, and she whispered,
"No, you're not like the others, are you?"
"I hope not," he said. He pulled her toward the bed and made a move to lie atop the white tufted blankets, but then he pulled them back, muttering, "Underneath would be warmer, I suppose."
He climbed under the blankets then, and Bellatrix followed him. She was shocked by the way he pulled her up against him, snuggling her body against his and sighing as though cradling her on his body was the best thing in all the world. He just breathed above her, for a very long while, and Bellatrix was sure he'd lose his erection. But she kept fondling it every now and then, and whenever she did, he seemed harder than ever. He was right. He did like this. He did like holding her. He did like cradling her.
"My Lord? Is it all right if I call you that?" She spoke against his chest, and there was a vibration against her as he let out a low rumble of a laugh.
"I must admit that I quite like My Lord." He played with her hair a little and sighed again. Bellatrix said,
"I am quite looking forward to castrating Mr Mulciber."
"I am also looking forward to that," Mr Riddle said. "He'll get his due and more. But I don't want to think about Mulciber right now; it makes me think of what he did to you. I don't like to think of what he did to you. Soon enough the man will be… soon enough he'll have paid a steep price."
Bellatrix felt uneasy then. "I apologise for bringing it up."
He raised her face to his and shook his head. "You know I have seen great potential in you for years. I have only recently begun wanting you. The sensations I bear toward you are… complex at best, Bella."
"I see." She felt him starting to soften in her hand, so she pumped her fist on him and whispered, "I want to make you feel good."
"Will you be on top?" he asked, and she grinned. She nodded.
"Of course. My Lord."
She pushed him playfully onto his back and then straddled his hips, sinking down slowly onto him. She gasped, for his size was surprising even with the fair warning. He filled and stretched her, and when Bellatrix started to move on him, she felt like she was being invaded. She tipped her head back and grappled for his hands, squeezing tightly and working up and down on her knees. Mr Riddle started to grunt and groan, and he complained,
"You are far too beautiful for an old man like me. You'll make me come too quickly, Bella."
She laughed, for she'd heard that complaint from so many men before. Suddenly she panicked and gasped,
"Contraceptive charm!"
"Bloody hell. Nongravidare Maxima." Mr Riddle practically slapped his hand to her lower abdomen, and Bellatrix appreciated his ability to perform wandless magic. Bellatrix mumbled her thanks and kept bobbing up and down atop him. She started to get tired after a while, and he seemed to sense that. He rolled them until he was on top of her, and she growled,
"I normally have far better stamina."
"What's the matter today?" he teased, his voice and face playful. Bellatrix giggled and declared,
"It's just that you're rather large, and it tires me out a bit more easily, and -"
"Mmph." Mr Riddle bent down and kissed her. She smiled against his lips, and he pushed into her body again, this time with him doing all the work. Bellatrix gripped the pillow and writhed, feeling overwhelmed by him as she bent her knees up to her chest. Suddenly he was coming, his face contorting and his eyes squeezed shut. It was leaking all over the sheets, running out between their bodies in a river down Bellatrix's skin. She moaned a little as he pulled out, and she let him Siphon and Scour. Normally she did the cleaning up.
Bellatrix found herself, somehow, lying on the pillows beside Mr Riddle, both of them naked, neither of them in a rush to get dressed and leave. Bellatrix rotated and stared at her savior where he lay in the bed beside her.
"Why are you doing this?" she asked again. "Why did you come to visit me for all the wrong reasons at the brothel? Why did you help me escape into this flat? Why are you employing me into your movement? Why?"
"Because," he said, as if it were very straightforward, "I believe in you, Bellatrix Black, even if it feels like no one does right now."
Her eyes were very wet indeed then, and she shook her head and whispered,
"It is a dream come true, what's happened with you. Almost as though being expelled from school was meant to happen, to lead to this."
"Perhaps it was." Mr Riddle smirked a little. "I like that idea. Don't you?"
"I do." Bellatrix swiped at her tears. "I suppose you have important meetings to get to. People to see. Places to go. I suppose you'll be leaving straight away."
"Actually," Mr Riddle mused, "I was thinking that it's more than time for a good lunch. Will you join me?"
"Join you for lunch?" Bellatrix's lips parted, and he smiled a bit.
"The Muggles have a fish and chip shop just down the road. I'll put Muggle money in the kitchen for you to use round here, since you won't want to have to go to Diagon and Knockturn Alleys for every little thing."
"My Lord." Bellatrix chewed her lip. "You are too good to me."
"You are going to make people disappear for me," he reminded her. "But, first, you are going to castrate Mulciber and show me what you can do. But before any of that, we are going to get some lunch."
"Shall we get dressed?" Bellatrix suggested, and Mr Riddle shut his eyes as he mumbled,
"Five more minutes."
Author's Note: Apologies for the delay in updating - Real Life and all that! So, these two are awfully cozy now, but what will happen when she proves her mettle as a soldier? Will Mulciber make it out alive? And what does Tom Riddle/Voldemort have in store for her "disappearing acts"? Hmm. Thanks as always for reading and reviewing.