A/N: This was outside my comfort zone too, but since Bellatrix is known to play with her food some, this made sense as a prompt to write. I hope to have some better ones written shortly. - DG
Blood
He smelled it when she walked in the door. Rodolphus didn't need to turn his head to know that his wife had been busy this evening. Her complaints were drown out by the noises behind him – the uncorking of the elf made wine bottle – the tinkle of the lead crystal goblets Bellatrix in the cabinet. "Rough night dear?"
Silence answered him.
Rodolphus looked up from the parchment papers before him to see his wife. She was drinking from the bottle directly. "Are you like that heretic Andromeda, drinking from the bottle like a dirty Mudblood?"
He ducked while the bottle flew towards his head.
He looked closer.
"Bloody Hell Woman. What happened to you tonight?"
He crossed the room to his wife.
Sweat
Her dress was shredded on the back and her body glistened in sweat. "Dear Merlin woman. Why are you sweating like a pig?"
"Snatchers brought in the Blood Traitor, the Mudblood, and Potter. Somehow a bloody house elf nearly hit me with a chandelier – but not before I interrogated the Mudblood."
"That explains nothing."
"They got away and the Dark Lord was displeased by their untimely escape."
"You let them get away?" he whispered.
"Not me. Barmy servant went crazy."
Rodolphus ran his fingers down his wife's torn corset, wiping the trails of blood from her pale cleavage. "So they escaped."
Bellatrix nodded. "The Dark Lord was most displeased."
Rodolphus grabbed both of his wife's arms and hoisted her into the wall behind her. Fire blazed in her eyes. "What did he do to you?"
"Nothing I couldn't endure."
Tears
"Are you crying?"
"Hardly. I'm frustrated at what happened."
"It's still no excuse why they escaped."
"No, it's not."
"Do you need me to punish you properly?"
One nod and he turned her around and pushed her face into the wall. "You know what happens for failure."
He banished her clothes, leaving her in her skin. "Where's your wand, wench?"
"Buggers took it."
She felt hard slaps on her bare cheeks. "You're kidding?" He continued his assault on her arse.
"No," she whimpered to answer.
"Such insolence," he hissed.
He threw off his housecoat and fumbled the zipper of his trousers. He stood watching in anticipation, knowing his wife needed this to wash the memories from her mind. Her games were harsh to play at times.
"What are you waiting for?" she growled.
His hips slapped hers harshly. She felt ever ridge inside of her. Then she felt the tears fall in earnest when he bit her neck. "I should fuck you like an animal, like a dirty Muggle."
"You don't have the bollocks to sully yourself that way."
The sweat dripped down her back while he bit her neck on the other side. "Scream for me, wench. Howl for me like a harlot."
He worked his hand to the juncture of her thighs and wrenched her bundle of nerves.
She screamed.
He bellowed in reply.
Harsh breathing followed.
"I needed that," she panted.
"You're welcome."
