Bellatrix barley contained a moan of excitement, instead stepping into the room and closing the door softly behind her. She stood, head slightly bowed, watching Voldemort through heavily lidded eyes. "Ah, Bella". "How lovely to see you as always". "Would you be so kind as to place a charm on the door." "I know how", he paused a smile barely playing at the corners of his thin lips, "loud you can become and I'd rather our play here not be overheard". "I have not brought my wand my lord", Bella replied softly, her voice not quite able to stop itself from dropping into a husky tone, every word dripping with a sultry longing at what was to come.

She knew it was a test. She never brought her wand, not since that first time. She had paid dearly for it, and in all honesty had loved every moment, to the point she had considered bringing it along again at some point so she could be punished accordingly. But that would also have meant disobeying his orders and Bella would never do that. Voldemort did smile now, a smile thousands had known to be the last thing they saw before a quick flash of green and a roaring of sound ended there pitiful lives. For Bella however that smile held promise. A promise of pain yes of course, how could it not, but also pleasure. "Ah yes of course", Voldemort said, nodding slightly in what may have been an approving manner. Almost as if it had been there all along his wand was in his hand and with a casual flick of his wrist he set the charm upon the door.

Bella quivered in anticipation as she felt the rush of magic pass her by. It happened so quickly she wasn't even prepared for it. Yet suddenly she was suspended in the air, no more than six inches above the ground but unable to move, her arms extended and spread out from her body her head pressed up by an invisible force so that her gaze rested on the ceiling above. She was revolving slowly, not quite fighting the position she was in but desperately wanting to see Voldemort. She loved to watch him why he worked on her and he knew it. Thats why she couldn't see him. She would be allowed to look on his time. It was always on his time. He got what he wanted, and she gave him all of her never holding back. "Bella".

It was barely audible, yet she knew he was close, achingly close. She could feel the warmth on her throat as he whispered her name. That was all it took. Though she had tried to control it, the sense of arousal she had been fighting since she had been summoned coursed through her. She was wet already, could feel it running down her inner thighs. She moaned and tried to arch her back, press herself into his mouth, feel his lips upon her throat but she couldn't move. "My... my lord" she pleaded her voice barely more than a whimper. He knew, knew what she wanted. "Please". Suddenly she felt his hand on her shoulder, cold as ice, so cold it burned her flesh. "Yes" she moaned. His fingers caught at the edge of her dresses shoulder strap, and began to push until it fell down her arm. She felt his hand on her other shoulder doing the same to the other strap. As soon as the strap fell from her shoulder the dress cascaded down her body, uncovering her porcelain skin, pooling on the ground below which she hung. She wore her dresses lose and ill fitting when she came to him. Its what he wanted.

"Ahh what's this Bella" he said softly. She suddenly felt the pressure pressing on her head slacken, knew he wanted her to look down. She did so but slowly. She liked to make him wait, she was not without some power herself. She peered down and her dark eyes met with his burning red ones. Eyes that ignited fires in her, eyes she knew could uncaringly watch death, could burn with hatred and anger and even fear, but burned for lust with her. The only one he ever lusted for he had told her. His eyes slowly fell down her body, tracing ever curve, the swell of her breast, heavy with want, aching for his touch, her dark nipples taught from a combination of desire and cold. Down her stomach, to below, to where she knew her pussy was bared to his gaze, wet, glistening with her need. "Already" he said looking up at her again, "but I've only just begun". "Please my lord" she said softly, her voice now pleading. Her mind burned in such a haze of want and need sentences wouldn't form. "Please what Bella" he asked softly his voice now barely above a whisper. "Taste" was all she could manage to get out, every cell in her body screamed to be touched.

She saw him lower his hand felt his finger push aside her lips, teasing at the entrance she knew he would soon fill, sliding up, brushing lightly against her clit sending lighting bolts of pleasure through body. Watched that long fingered delicate hand rise the tip of his index finger glistening with her moisture. Slowly his finger lowered and she took it quickly into her mouth sucking off every drop of herself that clung to it. "More" she managed to moan around his finger as she continued to play with it in her mouth. He withdrew his finger slowly, looking into her eyes. "When you deserve more Bella, you shall have it" he said in a way that she knew meant she'd have to earn more.