x-x
Bellatrix could feel herself shaking as she and her husband apparated into the Malfoy manor a few days later. She did not want to be here, and she knew that her husband did not either. A house elf showed them to the dining room. Voldemort was just behind her as she pushed the door open.
As they walked in, Druella was staring at the door. Her eyebrows rose higher than Bellatrix had ever seen before, and that instantly made her recoil inwardly. Voldemort placed his hand on the small of her back, pushing her forwards into the room.
"This is your new husband?" Druella asked, her tone very surprised.
Bellatrix couldn't quite find the words to answer. Voldemort stepped towards his new mother-in-law. "Mrs Black," he said softly, smiling slightly. "It is nice to see you."
"You have married our daughter, without our permission?" she continued, ignoring his greeting.
"Druella," Cygnus snapped, standing up and walking purposefully around the table towards his wife and the Dark Lord. "Our daughter has been through enough. She has not married badly. You will be kind to her now."
"Oh, Daddy," Bellatrix cried, stepping towards him and putting her arms around him. She felt so relieved that he was on her side. Cygnus held her back.
"Why didn't you come to me?" he asked, frowning down at her.
"I told Mother," she whispered back. "I told her he kept hitting me…"
"I know," he responded, and Bellatrix could hear in his voice how weary he sounded.
"Rodolphus Lestrange was a great match for our family," Druella said coldly. "All of this is nonsense."
Bellatrix pulled back from her father, looking over at her mother in surprise. "Nonsense?" she asked, hearing how high pitched and angry she sounded in her voice.
"Lestrange nearly killed her," Voldemort said firmly, his voice cold. "Would you prefer that to a divorce?"
"Yes," Druella spat angrily.
"Mother!" Bellatrix shouted indignantly.
"She doesn't mean that," Voldemort said, his expression very cold now. "I know what she's thinking. She is wondering how much money I will give her if she milks this enough."
Druella looked up at him, her eyes narrowed. She didn't reply and Bellatrix was sure she must be wondering how her husband knew that.
"The answer is that I will not give you a thing."
"Then we will withdraw our support from you!" Druella spat back.
"Fine," Voldemort replied, smiling coolly.
Lucius entered the room, followed by Narcissa who looked upset. "Dinner will be served momentarily," he said coldly. "My Lord, Bellatrix; some wine?"
"Thank you," Voldemort replied, his eyes still fixed on Druella.
Bellatrix nodded at Lucius, trying to swallow her tears.
"Come and sit," Narcissa whispered in her ear, leading her to her seat at the dining table. Bellatrix sat down, staring blankly at the place setting in front of her. A large glass of red wine was placed in front of her. She looked at it for a moment, before looking up. Voldemort was coming to sit down next to her, a glass of red wine in his hand. As he sat, she could see the grim expression on his face.
"Let's just go," she whispered to him.
"Absolutely not," he replied coldly.
"Tom…" she murmured, looking at his blank face.
He finally looked back at her. "No, Bella," he responded, his voice and face warmer now. "Just a bit longer. If you still feel the same in half an hour, we can go then." Bellatrix bit her lip to stop herself from crying. She knew he was right though. "Have some wine."
Slowly, she reached out for the wine, taking a long gulp. She glanced up, seeing Narcissa sat opposite her. Druella was sat next to Narcissa, glaring down the table at Bellatrix. "Mother," Bellatrix began, trying to force herself to keep calm with the help of a small amount of Occlumency. "Two months ago, Rodolphus attacked me. He fractured my skull and…" She stopped talking, feeling the tears coming back. She swallowed deeply, looking down at her lap. "Amongst other things. In my moment of need… When Rodolphus had left me to die, on the floor of his dining room, there was only one person I could even contemplate going to."
"He's old enough to be your father," Druella spat, looking at Voldemort. Bellatrix could see the spiteful expression on her face, and she knew that her mother was just not going to be accepting of this.
Bellatrix glanced to her husband. His blank facial expression had not changed. Knowing him, she was fully aware that this was not good news for her mother.
"We have betrothed her to men much older than the Dark Lord," Cygnus said. "Druella, I asked you not to make a scene."
"Why were there no children from your marriage with Rodolphus? Druella continued, as if Cygnus hadn't spoken. "Are you barren?"
Bellatrix felt sick. "That's a terrible thing to say, Mother," she said quietly. Slowly, she got to her feet. "I am grateful that I did not have a child with Rodolphus, as I suspect it would be dead by now if I had." She moved around her chair, stepping back from the table. She looked at Voldemort. "I am not staying here any longer to be insulted, my Lord."
"Can't even call her own husband by his name!" Druella all but shouted, definitely gleeful.
Bellatrix rounded on Druella, feeling anger bubbling up inside of her now. "I absolutely call him by his own name," she snarled in response.
"Bella," she heard her husband say from somewhere vaguely behind her. His tone was bordering on dangerous.
She took a deep breath, composing herself once more. "He loves me," she said softly, looking towards her mother.
Druella sneered. "I'm sure he has told you that as a way to entice you away from us. He has a disgraceful reputation, and you are foolish and weak."
Bellatrix turned away, feeling her lower lip wobbling uncontrollably and knowing she was about to burst into tears. She desperately didn't want to give her mother that satisfaction. She wrenched the door open and left the room, suddenly in the middle of the Malfoy manor absolutely unable to apparate because she knew she was so upset, she would just splinch.
Voldemort took her hand, obviously having just followed her. "Come this way," he murmured, pulling her up the stairs further. "Lucius said we could use his study."
Following him into the room, Bellatrix threw herself against him, crying bitter tears of anger. She could feel herself being gently led to the chair behind the desk, which he sat down on and then softly pulled her down onto his lap. She rested her head against his chest, still crying, and she could feel his hand gently rubbing her back.
"It's alright," he murmured soothingly. "We tried our hardest. If she disowns you, it doesn't matter. You'll always have me."
Bellatrix tried to nod, but she was still too upset at the possibility of that happening. She was the best of the Black sisters in every way.
"W-why does she have to be like this?" she sobbed into his robes.
"She's angry," he said gently, smoothing down her hair. "More at me than you, but she knows she cannot speak to me like that." She felt him kiss the top of her head. "Perhaps I should have asked."
Bellatrix pulled back, looking into his face. "She'd have said no."
Voldemort shrugged. "We'd be in no better a situation now if she had." There was a silence for a while. "Bella… I should tell you something else about my history."
Bellatrix looked up at him, feeling nervous. "What is it?" she asked softly.
"My father left my mother when he found out she was pregnant with me," Voldemort said quietly, his voice and face void of any emotion. "As soon as I was able, I sought him out and killed him. I then made my mother's brother believe that he had done it and he died in Azkaban for the crime."
Bellatrix bit her lip, looking into the eyes of her husband. She'd never expected this sort of admission from him.
"My point is that I have had no connection to any of my family since I was young."
"And you're saying I should do the same?" Bellatrix asked, frowning.
"Yes," he responded. "It's a weakness."
Bellatrix pulled back further from him. "Is that why you don't want to tell anyone about our marriage? Because I'm a weakness?"
Voldemort nodded slowly. Bellatrix wasn't quite sure how to take that. "You'd be a target."
"And that's all it is?"
He tilted his head to one side slightly in acknowledgement. "I can't be associated with love. I have avoided it my whole life and I somehow found it in the most unexpected place." Bellatrix swallowed heavily. For a moment she wondered if she'd rushed too quickly into this marriage as well. "One day, soon I hope, I will be in a position where it doesn't matter any more," he said quickly, seeing the doubt crossing her face. "The whole world will know who the Dark Lady is."
A smile crept onto her face. "Alright," she murmured.
"You are the wife of the heir of Slytherin," he continued quietly.
"I know," she murmured, leaning her head forwards into his chest.
"Do you trust me?" he asked softly. Bellatrix nodded instantly. She did trust him. She had literally trusted him with her life before, and although she didn't fully understand his motives some of the time, she did trust him. "I want to build a life with you by my side," he murmured into her hair. "I want to win this war with you by my side."
"I want that too," she replied, hearing her voice trembling with emotion.
"So, forget your mother. She is irrelevant."
"And my sister?" Bellatrix asked, interested in his opinion.
"The Malfoy's are important," she heard him say.
"Evan?"
Voldemort chuckled. "You can keep Evan." Bellatrix pulled back, about to complain about his wording when she saw his smirk of amusement. "He's important too. He is my first follower to bear my mark."
"No one else matters," Bellatrix said, smiling at him.
"Good," Voldemort said, smiling back. He tilted her chin up with his finger, looking down at what she assumed was her very tear stained face, and pressing his lips against hers. Bellatrix responded by putting her arms around his neck and pulling herself closer to him so that she could reach him better.
As their kiss deepened, she could feel his hardness pressing against her leg. She pulled back, looking into his eyes. She could see he was filled with desire by the way he was looking at her. His fingers made their way to the zip at the back of her dress.
"I have had an aching fantasy to fuck you at Lucius's desk for such a long time now," he murmured, looking into her face.
"That's a peculiar fantasy," she replied with a smirk as he tugged the zip down.
"It is," Voldemort agreed, pushing the sleeves and top half of her dress down. His eyes lingered on her scarlet underwear. "I think this might be my favourite." Bellatrix smirked as he caressed the material encasing her breasts. "Lucius is always so proper. I can't imagine him being interested enough in a woman to fuck her properly."
Bellatrix sniggered. "This is getting stranger," she said, reaching down to pull his robes apart.
"It's something he would hate to happen, which makes me want to do it more." Voldemort slid his fingers further into the skirt of the dress, feeling his way into her knickers and onto the flesh of her buttocks.
Bellatrix bit back a moan. "Tell me more ways you want to fuck me," she responded breathlessly, her fingers at the buttons of his shirt.
"So many ways," Voldemort said, putting his hands in her hair and forcing her head back so he could kiss her neck. "I want to make you beg for it."
Laughing, she pulled his shirt open and ran her hands down his chest. "You keep trying."
He pulled back, his eyes flashing a brighter red for a moment. "I wouldn't have said that if I were you," Voldemort said, his tone dangerous, his hands moving across her waist to tuck under her dress and into the front of her knickers. Bellatrix gasped as he grazed her sensitive folds. He was smirking now. His skilled fingers moved across her in deft movements and she could hear herself moaning into his shoulder. She was close when he suddenly ripped his fingers away from her. She gasped, pulling back to look at him. He was smiling smugly. "I could do this all day."
She scowled at him. "No, you couldn't. You're going to want to fuck me eventually."
Voldemort chucked, and that noise went straight to her panties. She shivered slightly. "Eventually," he breathed into her ear. "Or, you can just do what you know I want you to do."
"Beg?" Bellatrix asked, raising her eyebrows at him.
She felt his hands sliding into her underwear again and continued his assault on her. "Exactly."
Bellatrix closed her eyes and leant against him again. She bit her lip hard to stop herself from crying out when the pleasure increased, and she was so close to the edge when he stopped and pulled away from her. She let out a cry of frustration and could feel her will to stay silent dissolving. "Oh, fuck!" she hissed into his shoulder.
He was laughing as she did. "Say please, and I'll let you come." His fingers were back on her.
Bellatrix swallowed hard, feeling herself lose her willpower as her head swam at the forcefulness of his finger movements. "Please," she heard herself whisper.
He laughed again – the sound vibrating against her head. "Not good enough."
Gritting her teeth, Bellatrix could feel herself getting close to orgasm again. She really wanted it. His fingers slowed down their movements and she almost screamed. "Please, Master, please let me come," she whispered breathily against his cheek. "I want to feel your cock inside of me so badly." She heard him swallow, and she knew she'd won. His fingers sped up again and suddenly he'd lifted her up slightly and slammed inside of her with one push. Bellatrix felt herself come undone around him, whispering his name over and over without even knowing she was doing so as he continued to plunge in and out of her. Another orgasm followed quickly and finally, he stilled beneath her.
"Fuck," she mumbled, putting her arms around his neck and kissing his cheek. "Merlin, all of that on Malfoy's chair…"
Voldemort laughed, brushing hair from her face. "Our secret." He kissed the top of her hair and they sat together in silence for a while. "We'd better go back."
Bellatrix nodded, although didn't move. "Or we could go home."
He kissed the top of her head again. "If you'd prefer." He squeezed her tightly to him, and Bellatrix sighed happily. She hoped she wouldn't have to see her mother again.
x-x
Late the next evening, there was a particularly brutal meeting taking place. So far, the Dark Lord had killed one person and put the Cruciatus Curse on all of them at least three times. Although it hurt, Bellatrix didn't mind. There was something so wonderful about his curse on her skin.
Her mother had written to her, telling her that although she would not be disowned, her family would not see her again. They were displeased that she had married without permission, although the match was a suitable one. In the eyes of the House of Black, Bellatrix was still married to Rodolphus Lestrange.
It was a win and a loss, rolled into one.
Voldemort had gone out with her to catch some muggles for the Death Eaters to play with. She had felt much better about the whole thing after some sport and she knew that he'd suggested it for that reason. He was just fantastic, and Bellatrix couldn't imagine her life without him.
"Bella."
Bellatrix jumped, looking up at him. His face was slightly cold, but he was smiling at her a little bit. He beckoned her towards him with one long finger. She stood, feeling her knees creaking from kneeling for so long, and approached him.
"Master," she responded, feeling an unintentional smirk crossing her face. She could see the corner of his lips twitching as she looked up at him.
Voldemort moved slightly closer, lifting her hair away from her face. He didn't look away from her, but Bellatrix was very aware of the gazes of everyone else in the room on them. He stooped, his lips brushing against her cheek as he ended his journey near her ear. "Go and fetch your friends from the dungeon when I dismiss you," he whispered in her ear, his breath tickling her skin. "But first, I want to make Lestrange pay in part for what he did to you, and let the other fools in this room hear your voice." He withdrew, moving a step away from her. "Understood?"
"Yes, Master," Bellatrix replied, hearing the laughter in her voice.
He looked down at her feet, tutting slightly as he withdrew further to his throne. "Take those ridiculous impractical shoes off, Bellatrix. There is no one forcing you to wear them now."
Swallowing down her giggle, Bellatrix stepped gracefully from the shoes. She was quite glad she hadn't managed to publicly break her foot by doing so. She watched with interest as Voldemort raised his fingers towards them, swallowing her laughter even harder as she saw them zoom across the room to Rodolphus.
"A memento, Lestrange," Voldemort said, his voice full of mirth. A few people were sniggering loudly. "Perhaps you can masturbate into them." The room erupted into loud laughter, and Bellatrix couldn't keep it in any longer. She snorted into her hand, turning to look at her husband in surprise. He usually kept these meetings quite serious. "Stand up, my friends," Voldemort continued, his voice warmer than previously. He waited until everyone was on their feet before continuing. "Rodolphus, come forward."
Looking extremely uneasy, Rodolphus approached. His steps were steady enough, but his face was unusually white. "My Lord," he mumbled, bowing slightly as he came to a stop.
"Did you know that Bellatrix here has some of the purest English blood in the room?" Voldemort asked, his voice conversational.
Rodolphus hesitated, before nodding. "I did know, my Lord."
"And I recall telling you on a number of occasions how... impressed I was, with her potential and loyalty... so impressed that I took it upon myself to teach her Occlumency."
Bellatrix noticed that Voldemort was drumming his fingers on the arm of his chair. She knew that this meant he was irritated and most certainly not playing a game any longer. And Rodolphus certainly knew it too, judging by his obviously tense shoulders.
"It is a terrible shame that you decided to try to kill someone that I have invested such a lot of time in. Such a betrayal cannot be forgotten easily, Rodolphus," Voldemort said coldly.
A shiver went around the room at the mention of betrayal. It was a word no one liked to hear leaving the lips of the Dark Lord, including Bellatrix. She bit her lip nervously, knowing that her husband had promised her that he would not kill Rodolphus, but knowing equally that he would forget that promise if he was enraged enough. She knew that she wouldn't be able to stop him.
"But since you have wronged her more than you have wronged myself, I will leave your fate to Bellatrix." He paused, and Bellatrix could see Rodolphus's shoulders had sagged. "I suggest you begin by begging for forgiveness."
Slowly, Rodolphus turned to face her. "Bellatrix..." he began.
"On your knees, Lestrange," Voldemort barked.
Rodolphus inhaled deeply, closing his eyes for a moment. Bellatrix almost felt bad for him as he dropped to his knees in front of her. "Bellatrix," he said again, opening his mouth to continue.
"Miss Black," Bellatrix said, her voice ringing loudly around the room.
"What?" he asked, frowning up at her.
Bellatrix laughed slightly. "You do not have the privilege of addressing me so informally any longer."
Rodolphus's face dropped to the ground for a moment, before he inhaled once more and looked back up at her. She could see a red tinge growing on his cheeks.
"Miss Black," he said, his voice quiet. "I am asking for your forgiveness for the way I have treated you."
"When?" Bellatrix asked, determined not to make this easy for him.
Rodolphus's face turned redder, looking up at her with clenched fists. "When we were married," he replied, his voice kept artificially steady.
"A marriage thankfully now finished," Bellatrix responded, looking around her with a smile. Most people were watching with interest and glee, even some of his so-called friends. Evan made a throat slashing gesture, but his thoughts on Rodolphus had always been made very clear to her and this was nothing new. "Not a particularly enthusiastic apology, Lestrange..." She paused for long enough to see him squirming slightly before continuing. "Regardless, the Dark Lord does not forgive nor forget and I am unclear as to why I should recommend either to him."
She stepped forwards, towards her husband, smiling across at him. "And?" he asked.
Bellatrix shrugged. "I would never presume to tell you what to do, Master," she responded.
"Is that so?" Voldemort said, raising an eyebrow.
"Of course," Bellatrix replied, bowing her head slightly. Unless it was demanding him to fuck her, but that was very different. She looked back up at him, seeing his smirk and knowing he'd been thinking the same thing.
"No matter, I have a suitable punishment in mind for him." Voldemort smirked, standing up and moving forward. "I shall remove his favourite thing." Stopping before Rodolphus, the Dark Lord raised his wand. Rodolphus cried out when the spell hit him, falling forwards. Voldemort laughed. "I have cast a celibacy curse, Lestrange," Voldemort said, smiling pleasantly. "No need to worry, it is not permanent. I shall remove the spell when I believe you have suffered for long enough."
Half the room were laughing loudly as Voldemort dismissed Rodolphus back to his place with a wave of his hand. He stepped towards her. "I believe one of the elves has brought our guests up and are waiting outside, shall we invite them in?"
"Yes," Bellatrix murmured back, looking up into his red eyes. "But then I'd appreciate that cock of yours inside of me, fucking me so hard I cannot think."
She smirked at him as his eyes widened. "You're such a liar," he responded softly. "You're always telling me what to do."
Bellatrix laughed. "And are you complaining?"
Voldemort shook his head, slowly and contemplatively. "Hurry up, filthy wife," he said, looking her up and down. "Otherwise I shall take you here and now."
Knowing he would do no such thing, but knowing she was desperate to have him alone, Bellatrix headed towards the door, pausing a few metres away. She turned to face the group. "Gentlemen," she said, smiling, knowing Alecto Carrow was in the room. "I have arranged for a little thank you gift for you all. You have all shown such kindness to a poor woman like me," she smirked a little at that thought, "and so I would like to show kindness to you, my dearest friends."
She turned back to the door, inhaling through her nose. She raised her hand, absolutely thrilled when the door opened with her wandless magic. "Come forward, ladies," she continued, laughing as the three young ladies she'd captured earlier were pushed forward by the house elf. "I am afraid that they are common muggles – but I do not need to return them from where I found them."
Voldemort crossed the room to her. "Very generous, Miss Black," he said, laughing slightly. "Gentlemen..." he turned, seeing the three young ladies having their clothing removed already. "Clean up after yourselves." With a smirk, he left the room.
"I'll remove my Imperius Curse," Bellatrix said, lifting her wand. "Enjoy, boys." It wasn't until she shut the door to the meeting room that she heard the screams.
"Hurry up," Voldemort snapped at her, half way up the stairs.
"Tom," Bellatrix called, standing at the foot of the stairs. He turned to look back at her, scowling slightly. She ran towards him, standing on the same step as him. She reached up, kissing him deeply. When he responded, she slowly tugged at his robes, successful at removing them from his shoulders.
"What are you doing?" he asked, surprised.
"Fuck me here," Bellatrix panted, tugging at her own robes. He grabbed her wrists.
"Are you insane?" he replied, pulling them behind her back. He marched her up two steps to the landing, before bending her forwards over the banister.
"For you," Bellatrix replied, turning to look as he undid his trousers. "Hard and fast..."
"Shut up," he hissed, but Bellatrix knew he was very aroused and it was all part of the act. "You will not dictate to me."
Bellatrix could only laugh as he hitched her robes up around her waist and slammed into her, without further warning. She moaned as he withdrew and plunged back inside of her. He gripped her hips and was suddenly moving harder and faster inside of her than he'd ever done before. Bellatrix was so surprised she could hardly make a sound. She clutched onto the banister; her eyes fixed on the door of the meeting room. He jolted her forwards slightly, and Bellatrix almost screamed in pleasure as he slammed repeatedly against her sensitive spot. She felt herself contract around him, crying out and hardly able to see.
Then he was done too. After a moment of breathing heavily into her hair, Voldemort pulled himself from her. He took her hand and pulled her up, turning around and kissing her deeply. He pulled her robes down, smoothing her hair and kissing her again. "Let's go and have a drink before anyone comes out," he said, taking her hand.
As he led her back to their rooms, she couldn't help but feel that his public, angry defence of her might not have done her any favours. At the same time, it was lovely that he had done so.
x-x
After a few lessons from her husband, Bellatrix felt comfortable enough to go and practice her duelling skills in front of the others, with Evan. She was desperate not to show herself up in front of any of them – especially Rodolphus and his friends. Voldemort certainly had not made anything easy for her, although the spells they'd been hitting each other with had been mostly to remove various articles of clothing and the duels had ended with sex against various walls. It was hilarious fun, arousing and good practice all in one. Watching him work up a sweat without any shirt on was just wonderful.
Sadly, today was not that entertaining. The room was quite busy now that Rodolphus, Rabastan and the rest of their gang had arrived. Bellatrix was irritated to see that half of them had gathered in the corner of the room, smoking and talking loudly. She could see that most of them were watching her.
"It's like school all over again," Bellatrix said quietly to Evan as they took a breath from their practice.
"Just ignore them," Evan replied, shaking his head as he looked over to where she was looking.
"They all keep looking at me," she said, stepping closer to her cousin, feeling slightly sick. The back of her head throbbed slightly from her still healing fracture. It always seemed worse when Rodolphus was around.
Evan looked up at her, frowning. "You shouldn't be scared of them."
"I am though," she whispered back, feeling emotional suddenly.
"It's not surprising," Evan said quietly. "But you have to show him that you aren't scared of him."
Bellatrix jumped as she heard loud laughter erupt behind her. As she turned, she could see them all looking at her. She knew that they were laughing at her expense, and for a moment she just saw red.
"If you've got something to say then say it to me," Bellatrix shouted across the room. "I've never known grown men to behave like such little bitches!"
Rodolphus turned to look at her. "What did you just say?" he snarled; his face angry.
For a moment Bellatrix felt the usual surge of fear when his face turned like that. And then she realised she had nothing to fear – he was not her controller any longer. This was her chance to defeat him on an even level.
"I said you're a little bitch," Bellatrix responded loudly. She said the next part without thinking it through. "Duel me, Lestrange."
Rodolphus was staring at her with a dark expression on his face. The others around him looked surprised to say the least.
"The Dark Lord will be displeased," he replied quietly, sounding disappointed that he had to answer like that.
"He will be displeased if you hurt me," Bellatrix responded with a smirk. "What makes you think you'll be able to?"
The men were laughing again, but Rodolphus wasn't. "I wouldn't play with fire, Bellatrix."
"I've told you not to address me so familiarly, Lestrange," Bellatrix replied, drawing her wand. "Duel me and we shall see who is playing with fire." She turned around and headed to the other end of the room. Evan came forwards to her, his face concerned.
"You know I support your anti-Lestrange campaign more than anyone," he said, following her as she kept walking. "But this is…"
"I'm taking your advice here and showing him that I'm not scared," Bellatrix snapped at him, turning around. Rodolphus was in position and everyone in the room was standing and paying attention at the scene before them. "I have to do this for myself." Pushing Evan away, Bellatrix bowed slightly to Rodolphus. When he did the same, she raised her wand and fired a few spells at him to start the duel off. He seemed taken aback and she knew she could gain the upper hand from her quick attack.
Soon the spells were raining down on each of them – although nothing deadly. Bellatrix didn't want to kill him, and she knew he might as well kill himself if he hurt her badly. The men around the room were shouting things out. Bellatrix was fully aware most of them would love to see Rodolphus beat her in a fair fight.
Rodolphus was quick. He was amazing - she'd never seen him duel like this before. But he wasn't beating her. The Dark Lord had trained her personally. She had the upper hand – he was defending more than he was attacking.
She was momentarily distracted when she noticed Selwyn, one of Evan's friends, leave the room. She knew that he'd been sent by Evan to fetch her husband to end this. The distraction meant her defence was lacking and she felt a cutting curse land on her cheek. She winced as she felt blood running down her face, and Rodolphus's gang were heckling her. Knowing she needed to pull something out of the bag quickly, she sent a series of Cruciatus Curses his way.
One hit him.
She hated him so much she knew it was going to hurt. Laughing out loud, she headed towards him, watching him fall to the ground in agony. She reached his crumpled form and was pleased to hear his screams starting to come. It was music to her ears.
The room went deadly silent, apart from the noises Rodolphus was making. Bellatrix looked up with a grin at her husband, who seemed absolutely furious.
"What is this?" he asked coldly, staring at her. He looked down at Rodolphus. "Enough, Bellatrix."
Bellatrix cast a silencing spell on Rodolphus.
Voldemort glared. "Not what I meant."
With a smirk in his direction, Bellatrix ended the curse. Rodolphus rolled onto his back, panting. Slowly, Bellatrix lifted her foot and dug the heel of her shoe into the palm of his outstretched hand. She definitely heard some bones crunch and break, and Rodolphus let out a surprised cry of pain. "Not so keen on these shoes now, eh?" she said, grinning from ear to ear. She stepped back, catching sight of the laughter on Evan's face of that he was trying to hide from the Dark Lord.
"That is quite enough," Voldemort said coldly. "Did you challenge him to this duel?"
Bellatrix nodded, feeling very pleased she'd stood up to her ex-husband in this way.
"Then I suggest you make your way to my office so that we can discuss." He turned to look at Rodolphus on the floor clutching his hand, and then his gaze lingered on the others. Finally, he turned on his heel and left the room.
Rodolphus was pulling himself to his feet slowly, glaring at her. He held his hand up and Bellatrix was pleased to see it was his wand arm she had damaged.
Rabastan, however, was smirking at her. "Precious princess is in trouble now," he said mockingly.
Bellatrix smiled back. "We'll see."
He glared as well, and although she was eager to continue to fight, Bellatrix knew she needed to go to her husband. He was going to be annoyed enough without having to wait. Glaring slightly at Evan for being such a crybaby, she left the room and headed up to the office. She opened the door, entered and sat down opposite him.
Voldemort scowled at her. "Yes, come in and sit down."
Bellatrix laughed. "I've been doing this since before we were married – at your insistence."
"You've not annoyed me like this before," he replied, his tone still cold.
"I beat him," Bellatrix replied, frowning. "Fair and square."
Voldemort stared at her across the table. "Then why is there blood pouring out of your face?"
"Tom!" Bellatrix snapped, feeling irritated with him now. "It's better than the things he's done to me before!"
There was a long silence, before Voldemort stood up with a sigh. He crossed the desk, crouching in front of her and surveyed her cut cheek. "I worry this will scar. It's deep." Bellatrix reached out and cupped his cheek in her hand, with a small smile.
"Would you love me less if it did?"
Voldemort looked into her eyes in surprise. "What a ridiculous notion."
"Then I don't care." Slowly, Bellatrix bent forwards and kissed him sweetly on the lips. He responded by pulling her closer and kissing her harder. Bellatrix slid off her chair and onto her knees next to him, her hand in his hair. They finally separated, panting for breath. "I beat him," she whispered, unable to keep the smile from her face. "Please be happy for me. You said I should make them fear me, and today was the beginning of that."
Voldemort nodded slowly. "Yes, but there are rules here."
Bellatrix rolled her eyes. "Seriously?"
"Yes," he replied firmly, standing up and pulling her up too. He sat down behind his desk once more. "I will not risk my best duellers hurting each other if it will impact their work. It is an inconvenience having Rodolphus unable to serve me in his full capacity for a few days."
She shook her head incredulously. "A couple of weeks ago you were going to kill him."
He glared at her slightly. "I cannot just let it go, Bella."
"So, what?" she asked.
"I will have to deal with the situation that we have created publicly." He looked up into her eyes. "I take equal responsibility. I made you look weak the other evening when I did what I did."
Bellatrix rolled her eyes again. "It's a continuous circle of us both making the other look weak."
Voldemort chuckled. "Indeed." He smiled at her. "I am impressed."
"It was impressive," Bellatrix replied, smirking at him. "And now they know not to fuck with me."
"You know they're jealous of you, don't you?"
Bellatrix shrugged. "They behave like teenage girls."
"Exactly – jealous."
She signed and rested against the side of his desk, looking across at him. "It's just that they all, including Rodolphus, think I've been sleeping with you for… years."
Voldemort smirked at her. "If only that were true."
Bellatrix tutted at him. "Rabastan keeps calling me a whore."
He looked a little bit enraged at that. "I'll sort Rabastan out. I usually call a meeting when poor behaviour of individuals is getting to me." He took her hand and squeezed it. "Bella, this next meeting will be the first test of our marriage. Can you just remember that you married Tom, and not Voldemort?"
Bellatrix frowned at him slightly, but she definitely understood what he was saying. "Yes," she responded, feeling slightly happy, slightly worried and slightly angry all rolled into one confused emotion.
"Good," he replied, pulling her hand to his lips and kissing it. "Good."
Something told Bellatrix that the evening before her was going to be anything but good.
x-x
Bellatrix was feeling like a first year about to be scolded for being naughty as the meeting began later that night. She was dreading to think what was about to be said. She did understand though – to a certain extent at least. He had to maintain a certain image for his men. Being disobeyed and contradicted by a woman was not ideal in their present company. But she had learnt from an early age that the world she lived in was a sexist one; where woman were items to be traded for money in marriage.
Rodolphus had his arms folded across his chest and was glaring across the room at her. She could see that he was wearing a bandage on his hand and that pleased her greatly. Rabastan, stood next to him, was smirking. Bellatrix was starting to think she hated him more than she hated Rodolphus.
"Events that took place today have displeased me," the Dark Lord said coldly, beginning the meeting in a rather abrupt manner. "You all know that I will not have petty duels taking place between my followers."
Bellatrix scowled at her feet. She didn't really care about him hurting her physically. She just didn't want this public dressing down to happen.
"The Lestrange brothers, Avery, Nott and McNair." He paused, leaving a long moment of silence for the five of them to be twitching nervously. "Black."
Gulping, Bellatrix glanced up at him. He wasn't looking at her, but she knew that he was addressing her rather than her cousin Regulus.
"Fighting and name calling…" He tutted. "Rather immature, wouldn't you say?" Bellatrix looked back down at the floor.
None of the others spoke either.
"No response?" he enquired, his voice sounding slightly amused now. "Black?" Without looking up, Bellatrix shook her head. "Lestrange?"
"She broke nearly half of the bones in my hand, my Lord," Rodolphus said quietly, his voice cold.
Bellatrix snorted, looking over at him. "You broke seven of my ribs – we're even," she snarled across the room at her ex-husband, seething slightly at him complaining about his hand.
"Enough!" Voldemort said loudly, slamming his hand down on the arm of his chair. "We are not enemies in this room. We are working for the same cause. I will not have this animosity in my ranks."
Trying to hide her scowl, Bellatrix looked up at him. Then she smiled to herself for a moment – he was very hot when he was angry and it made her want to jump him.
"I put the best people in the highest positions, closest to me – because they deserve to be there. I will not have resentment." He paused. "I understand that most of you in this room are displeased that I have allowed a mere woman into one of those positions close to me."
She frowned at that. She really was hoping he wasn't going to start discussing her too much.
"You all have surely noticed, since her divorce, that Bellatrix and I have a unique relationship."
"My Lord, please," Bellatrix said hastily, really wishing this wasn't happening.
"Silence when I am speaking!" he snarled, glaring at her. Bellatrix bit her lip, looking back down at the floor. "And I understand that this makes some of you jealous." He paused, looking around him. The pause felt like forever to her but she knew it wasn't long. Bellatrix cringed a little, looking up at him and feeling desperate for him to stop talking. "She is in her position because she deserves it."
Hoping that was it, Bellatrix bowed her head. "Rabastan – I suggest you stop calling her childish names." He paused for effect. "I believe that you are still married to the half-blood. You– " He pointed his finger towards her ex-brother-in-law, "are not in receipt of my favour and so I suggest you find a way to remedy that sooner rather than later."
Rabastan looked like he was about to be sick. He bowed his head in acknowledgement.
"Bellatrix, come here."
Gaping, Bellatrix looked up at him. She didn't want to go to him. He was furious with all of them. His red eyes darkened in anger as she didn't move.
"Come. Here."
Swallowing, feeling nervous but knowing she had no choice, Bellatrix approached him. He held out his hand which she took as she reached him. His face was cold and she didn't like it. As soon as she got close enough to him his grip on her changed and he held onto her wrist tightly. She gasped as he ripped the sleeve of her robes and yanked it away.
"Oh, it is still there," he said, his voice icy, looking back into her face. His fingers were on her Dark Mark and she could feel her skin tingling from his magic. "For a moment I thought you no longer wore my mark."
"You tried -" Bellatrix was cut short by a burst of agony on her mark. She gasped again, blindly feeling her knees buckle from the pain. She could vaguely hear the others behind her in similar states.
He leant forwards until his face was level with hers. "And you refused my offer to remove it."
"Tom," she whispered, looking up at him. She could feel tears welling in her eyes and her entire body was hurting. "Please…"
He shook his head at her, his expression cold still, letting go of her wrist. She could hear gasps of relief behind her and her knees finally gave way so she was kneeling in front of him. "You know better than to use that here," he replied quietly. He gestured back to her place in the circle and very slowly, Bellatrix stood and made her way back, keeping her head down. "Unless you are going on the raid scheduled for tomorrow evening, you can get out of my sight."
Feeling irritated that she wasn't included on whatever was going on tomorrow, Bellatrix bowed her head sharply to him before turning on her heel and heading for the doors of the meeting room. She noticed Evan beside her and as they came to the entrance hall, he grabbed her wrist. "Come back to mine for a drink," he said cheerfully.
"I don't want to drink your shitty alcohol," Bellatrix snapped back at him.
Evan looked marginally offended. "Oi!" he shouted back. "Come on, it's not shitty."
Bellatrix smiled at her cousin, rolling her eyes in defeat. "Fine!" Together they disapparated back to Evan's house.
She hadn't been here in years and she wrinkled her nose as they headed into his sitting room. It was a mess of books, magazines and all sorts of other junk. On the wall was a poster of a scantily clad woman with her long blonde hair artfully placed over her body. She kept saucily winking at Evan.
"What the fuck happened to your House Elf?" Bellatrix asked, frowning. She sat down on the only surface that was free of junk which was an armchair. Evan passed her a drink of whiskey.
"Nothing, I just like to see my stuff," he replied, grinning at her. "My bedroom is tidy."
"Whatever," Bellatrix said, smirking. "This place is massive."
"Five bedrooms," Evan replied, laying down on his large sofa. "Bit of a waste, but my parents got it for me in the hope it would make me want to get married."
Bellatrix laughed. "That hasn't worked out well for them. Why don't they just find someone for you, if it's that important to them?"
"Oh, they keep trying," Evan responded chirpily. "I've been promised to a few people." He looked over at her. "You and I were betrothed for a while."
"Seriously?" Bellatrix exclaimed. "Unbelievable."
Evan smirked over at her. "You were thirteen, I think. Our mothers hatched the plan to keep the Rosier fortune between them."
"Is all they think about money?" Bellatrix asked, shaking her head and gulping her drink.
"Pretty much," Evan responded. "I'd have been happy about it if we weren't first cousins. We'd have had a lot of fun together."
Bellatrix smiled at him. She'd not spent a lot of time with Evan previous to joining the Dark Lord, and she kind of regretted that, although he was ten years older than her and she suspected he wouldn't have enjoyed her company when she was younger. "You'd be a really good husband, Evan. You're sweet underneath it all."
Evan smirked over at her. "I'm definitely not," he replied. "You only know one side of me."
"If you say so," Bellatrix teased in response.
"How is marriage number two going?" Evan asked, obviously trying to change the subject.
"Good, apart from nights like tonight," she replied, smiling slightly. "It's a conflict on interests, really."
"I'm sure you'll have kissed and made up soon."
Bellatrix finished her drink. A kiss from her husband sounded lovely. "I think I will head home, actually, you make an interesting point."
Evan laughed as she stood. "See you later, Black."
As she apparated home, and headed up to her rooms, she considered how lucky she was to have Evan as her cousin and friend. He did care for her, as she cared for him.
Voldemort was staring out of the window of their sitting room when she walked in. She smiled slightly. She really did love him. Moving closer, she put her arms around him from behind and snuggled her face against his back. She felt his hands on hers.
"Are you alright?" she asked him softly, kissing the back of his neck.
"Yes," he replied quietly, squeezing her hands before pulling them from him and turning around to face her. "Where did you go?"
"I went back to Evan's for a drink," she said, for a moment feeling worried he was going to be cross about that.
"That was brave," Voldemort replied, smirking down at her.
"It was," she said with a snicker. Their eyes met. "I have a problem."
He raised his eyebrows. "Yes?" he asked, sounding slightly concerned.
Bellatrix smiled slightly. "Looking at you turns me on at inappropriate moments."
His expression dropped to one of amusement. "I suggest you keep your eyes to the ground more often, then." Smirking, he tilted his head to one side. "Take off your robes."
"Take yours off," Bellatrix replied, smirking back.
Watching him, he slowly undid his robes and threw them behind him. His eyes didn't leave hers. Bellatrix smiled, eying him carefully. He was wearing a white shirt with half of the buttons undone and he was just perfection. Knowing she was going to make him equally crazy; she allowed her robes to pool down to the ground before she stepped out of them – closer to him. His eyes flickered downwards for a moment, looking at the tight bright red lace dress she was wearing.
"The trouble with that is… Your voice."
"What?" he said blankly, after a moment of staring at her.
Bellatrix laughed, stepping towards him. The very uncomfortable red high heeled shoes she'd been wearing most of the day were finally paying off. "I was saying that your voice is the other problem I have." She reached for the remaining buttons of his shirt. "Especially when you're angry." Finally, they were undone.
He grabbed her wrists, pulling them up before her. "You shouldn't be thinking about me like that when we are in meetings," he said, amusement clear in his voice. "And as for this red you keep wearing…" His eyes drifted down to her breasts.
"And then I get distracted when I think about what you did to your new innocent wife on our wedding day on that chair you sit on, while you've got your sexy angry face and voice," she continued, as if he hadn't spoken. "It's hardly my fault."
Voldemort laughed at that. "Yes, I do have to work very hard to block that memory out." He kissed her hard on the mouth. "Would you be comfortable if we had very kinky sex right now?"
Feeling liquid pool in her panties at his words, Bellatrix nodded, trying not to smile.
"I will stop when you use the word stop, and not until then." He kissed her briefly on the lips and caught her gaze. He was smirking as he did, seeing the arousal on her face. Without saying anything further, he led her into their bedroom by her hand. "Kneel here," he said, pointing at the space on the floor to the left of their huge bed. "Face the door. You can leave those shoes on, I like them."
Dropping her face to hide her smirk, she knelt as instructed. She knew he would come around to the shoes eventually. Behind her, she could hear some noises – possibly the wardrobe being opened and some clothes being moved around.
"Close your eyes," he said after a moment.
As instructed, Bellatrix closed her eyes and tried to keep her breathing as even as possible. It was kind of like an Occlumency lesson in some ways. The amount of arousal coursing through her blood wasn't too dissimilar. After what felt like forever, she could hear him approaching her. His hand touched the top of her head, briefly, but it made Bellatrix shiver in anticipation.
"Look at me," he murmured.
Slowly, Bellatrix opened her eyes. She was temporarily frozen as she realised that he was wearing tight black leather trousers, and nothing else. They literally left nothing to the imagination. Bellatrix could see the outline of his hardness against the black material. He was absolutely the picture of a sex god.
He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her face forward so that it was mere inches away from his crotch. "Lick," Voldemort said quietly, gesturing to the outline in his trousers.
Wondering if he was finally going to let her suck him, Bellatrix did as she was told. She licked carefully along the bulge in his trousers, pressing her tongue hard against the soft material. She looked up at his face and she could see him staring down at her with a serious expression. His hand hadn't left her hair.
"Good girl," he said with a small smile on his lips. Bellatrix felt more liquid poor into her panties. She really had no idea he could affect her like this. He stepped back from her and she felt disappointed to lose him so soon. "Bend over, cheek on the floor."
"Tom," she murmured in protest, looking up at him.
His eyes narrowed and he crouched down in front of her, his hand on the back of her neck. "You will speak only when I ask you a question," Voldemort told her firmly, his expression slightly cold. "And you will not address me so familiarly." His grip on her neck tightened. "Understood?"
"Yes, Master," Bellatrix breathed back, looking into his red eyes. They were glittering with excitement.
"Do you have a word you'd like to say to me?" he asked, releasing his hold on her neck and standing back up. He disappeared from her view.
"No, Master," she replied, really ready for an orgasm already. She wondered if it was possible to come without being touched.
"Then why have you not done as ordered?" she heard him say from somewhere behind her.
Swallowing, hastily Bellatrix leant over and rested her cheek on the floor, her hands either side of her head. She suddenly realised how exposed this left her bottom, which was right up in the air.
"Good girl," he said after a moment, closer to her now, and she was certain she could hear his smirk in his voice. She felt his fingers tugging at her dress slightly, pulling it upwards around her waist. Then she realised that he was pulling her panties down so they were around her knees. She jumped as she felt his finger run through her slit. "You're very wet." She jumped again as she felt a cold square of leather against the flesh of her buttocks. He removed it from her skin and she let out a surprised squeak as it made sharp contact on the underside of her arse. Then he walked around so he was in front of her and she could see that he was holding a leather crop. He ran it over her upturned cheek and she could see he was smirking now. "I am going to hit you five times on each arse cheek with this. Do you wish to say anything to me before I begin?"
"No, Master," Bellatrix replied breathlessly, feeling her arousal running down her leg now.
"Good girl," he murmured again, and she could see he was smiling smugly now. As much as she wanted to find a way to remove the smugness from his face, she knew that she really wanted to continue submitting to him in this manner. She didn't think it was possible to be this turned on. He slowly walked back around her. She jumped at the first smack on the right, but mostly out of surprise rather than pain. As he continued, she realised that the taps on her flesh didn't hurt her at all. He finished on the right side, and stepped back around her. Then he began on the left.
This time, he was hitting her harder, although it still didn't really hurt. After the fifth hit, there was silence. Then she could feel the crop being run up and down through her sensitive folds. She moaned softly.
"If you make a mess on the carpet…" He paused, pulling his implement away. "You're licking it up." He smacked the crop directly onto her clitoris, causing Bellatrix to moan loudly this time. "Oh, did you like that?"
There wasn't a coherent word in her brain at that moment. Which was made even worse when he chuckled – that dark and sexy noise that left his mouth far too often. He continued to chuckle as he hit her in the same spot three more times.
Bellatrix couldn't decide if she'd be terribly proud of herself or terribly embarrassed if she came from that. A garbled moan left her lips.
"Kneel back up," Voldemort said, the amused tone still there. Slowly, Bellatrix did as he told her to. She could feel her entire body shaking. "Perhaps it's time for you to suck me now." He appeared in front of her. Bellatrix looked up, feeling slight despair at the thought of not coming in the next minute. He laughed at her expression. "But you've been so eager for such a long time, surely you want to please me now?"
"Yes, Master," she somehow managed to reply.
"Go on."
Feeling incredibly nervous that she was going to disappoint him, Bellatrix reached up and ran her hands across the soft leather of his trousers. She looked up at him, carefully making her eyes wide and innocent, catching his gaze before she tugged at the buttons and zip. She looked straight ahead of her, licking her lips in anticipation. She'd not really come face-to-face with him like this so far and she was quite excited to get an eyeful.
"Leave my trousers on," he said quietly, his hand urging the back of her head forwards.
"Yes, Master," she replied, sliding her hand inside of his trousers and pulling his harness out.
"And my balls," Voldemort added, grabbing a handful of her hair. Bellatrix did as ordered. "Start there. Get them wet."
He guided her head forwards and carefully, she suckled on his exposed flesh, licking him and inhaling his masculine scent.
She thought she was going to explode. This was so hot.
He pushed her head further forwards so that her nose was completely covered by his scrotum. Gasping for breath, she continued to lick each testicle.
Finally, he pulled her head back, forcing her to look at him again. "You can suck me now, but I don't want you to make me come. I want both of us to enjoy this." His grip tightened and he pulled her head further down. "You do enjoy sucking cock, don't you?"
"Yes, Master," Bellatrix replied breathlessly.
"Show me," Voldemort said, releasing his hold on her.
Eagerly, Bellatrix opened her mouth and took the head of his shaft into it. She moaned slightly, suckling against his salty skin. Slowly, she began to sink further and further down onto him; scraping her teeth lightly on his skin and sucking her cheeks in. Then she found a rhythm and moved down and up, slowly, taking his hardness just to the back of her throat and out again.
As she was half way down, she felt his hand in her hair stopping her from moving. "Look at me," he said, his voice taking on that arousing firmness she'd come to love so much.
Trying not to move too much, she tilted her chin up and raised her eye-line to his. He raised the crop and tapped her twice on each cheek with it. The slaps didn't hurt, but she knew he'd be able to feel her mouth tightening around him as he did it. He shifted back, removing himself from her mouth. "Do you have anything you'd like to say to me?" he enquired once more, his face serious.
"Yes, Master," Bellatrix murmured, still breathless.
Voldemort looked concerned for a moment. "What is it?" he asked.
Bellatrix bit her lip. "Please let me come," she said in a hurry.
Voldemort smiled at her. "For that, you'll wait longer." Bellatrix let out a wail of desperation, which caused a burst of laughter to leave his lips. He stepped back, fisting his cock. "Cheek to the floor again. Ten on each side this time."
With a whimper, Bellatrix dropped down to the floor. She felt his hands on her hips for a moment, pulling her so that her arse was higher in the air. He tapped her five times on the right before move to the left cheek. It really didn't hurt, and she almost wanted more.
"I'm going to hit you harder now," he said silkily, as if he'd read her mind. "You can cry or scream, but I will only stop when I hear the word stop. Do you understand?" Bellatrix nodded, feeling her head spin with excitement and arousal. She felt a sharp smack on her thigh. "You will reply when I ask you a direct question."
"I understand, Master," she managed to respond.
"Good." There was a silent pause, for what felt like forever. She was sure her arousal must be gushing out of her at that moment. Then she could hear the crop whistling through the air before it landed soundly on the underside of her buttocks. She cried out, and it did hurt but she had endured worse. He hit her again and she couldn't help the moan that left her lips. She liked this pain. He continued, stopping only to chuckle after his fifth. "I've never seen a pussy so wet," he said, and she definitely could hear his smirk. "Or such a pretty one. I look forward to seeing if it can take the same force as your bottom can."
Bellatrix frowned, feeling her head spinning again. A cry left her lips as he moved back onto her left buttocks. Her eyes were watering slightly but the pain felt incredible. She felt completely free from her thoughts. It was amazing. Without so much as a pause, he smacked her hard on her clitoris again. She almost screamed – it really hurt but also any sort of pressure on that area was very much needed at that moment. She was convinced she would come if he did it again, but when he did, this time he did it harder and it hurt much more.
Bellatrix heard a rustle behind her and suddenly realised that he had knelt down, his hands caressing her burning flesh. "Such a good girl," he murmured. She jumped as his finger lightly grazed her clitoris before entering her. "You can come when I say you may." Knowing he was definitely enjoying himself, she suspected that might be a while off yet. Still, the whole situation she found herself in was very, very sexy. She didn't think a man had ever been up this close and personal with her private parts.
Voldemort withdrew his finger. Then she felt it trailing up her perineum and grazing her arsehole momentarily, before making its way back to her soaking entrance. "How much do you want to come?"
Bellatrix shivered. She'd never expected to hear those words leave his lips. "So badly," she replied, her voice hoarse.
He delivered a stinging blow to her buttocks, this time with his hand. "How do you address me?"
"Master," Bellatrix gasped out.
"You've just delayed your orgasm further." He pulled away. His tone was slightly cold, but she knew he was putting that on because she could also hear his smirk. "You are insubordinate. I should not let you come at all."
Bellatrix whimpered again.
"Stand up."
Really not sure if she'd be able to, Bellatrix brought her weight back up to her knees and while wobbling, managed to stand up. The panties that had been around her knees dropped to the floor.
"I didn't tell you to move them," she heard him say. For a fleeting moment, she wanted to turn around and punch the smugness that was certainly present on his face away. But she also really wanted to come. "Pull them back up." She bent forwards and pulled them back to her knees, spreading her legs slightly to keep them there. "No, no, back on." Frowning, Bellatrix did as ordered. She was startled as she felt him grasp them from behind and pull them up higher. He held them in place for a moment, before letting go. "Take them back off." Confused, she once again did as he said. "Put them in your mouth." She hesitated, and instantly she felt him smack her buttocks. He snatched them from her hand and walked around so that he was in front of her. His eyes were bright red and glittering with amusement. Slowly, he balled the material up and slid it into her mouth. "Such a dirty girl," he murmured appreciatively. "Go and bend over the bed. I think I'd like to come now, even if you don't deserve to."
Slowly, not believing he'd actually go through with not letting her come, she did as he told her. He was behind her as soon as she did, his fingers slipping inside of her.
"I wish I'd thought of this before," he said conversationally. "You're much wetter now than you are after you've orgasmed. It's going to feel amazing in there." He bent his fingers, very briefly catching her g-spot before he removed his hand.
Bellatrix thought she might cry from desire.
Very slowly, he entered her. "I'll be very disappointed if you come now," he said, bending over her so that his mouth was near her ear. He withdrew and plunged violently back inside. He groaned slightly. "Yes, I was right. It feels amazing." Bellatrix braced her hands on the bed, whimpering through her panties. She felt his hand on her head, forcing her down so that her face was on the bed. He held her there as he plunged in and out of her a few more times. Then he pushed himself into her deeply. She could feel herself pulsating around him. She knew this must feel amazing for him, and suddenly it was all very much worth it.
Voldemort's hand slid around her front and his fingers teased at her clitoris. "You can come," he murmured.
Bellatrix let out a moan of relief. His teasing touches grew stronger and she could feel herself coming undone. She almost screamed as she felt her orgasm hit and she wondered if the pressure was going to make him come too.
In the next moment, he began thrusting in and out of her with vigour. As he continued to touch her, she could feel the second orgasm coming. Somehow, it was stronger than the first. With his free hand, he whipped the panties from her mouth and she actually screamed with delight as the orgasm took hold.
Behind her, he had stilled and was now collapsing on top of her.
"I hate you," Bellatrix managed to say between recovery breaths.
"Liar," he replied breathlessly. "Tell me you didn't enjoy that and then I'll believe you."
Bellatrix didn't have the energy to argue. That had been truly phenomenal. Slowly, she kicked off her shoes and felt relief when her feet sunk into the soft carpet.
"I've been waiting to use that crop on you for the longest time," he murmured, kissing her hair. "I've not used one before. I've been saving it for you."
Bellatrix turned her head and kissed him briefly on the lips. "That was amazing. I thought I was going to come without you touching me."
Voldemort smirked back. "We'll see if I can make you come with the crop and my words alone next time," he responded smugly. Carefully, he guided her into bed, laying down next to her after he'd removed his sexy trousers. Bellatrix was too exhausted to care she was still wearing her dress.
"You were so…" She paused, searching for the right word. She couldn't find one, but knew she could explain. "Rodolphus always meant it when he hurt me during sex. It was always for him. That felt entirely like it was for me."
"Of course it was," he responded in a whisper. "Do you remember when you came up here for a drink and I told you the woman here had the same hair as you?"
"The darkest sexual fantasies night," Bellatrix replied, nodding. "When I realised I loved you."
Their eyes met. "Yes," he said softly, smiling gently. "I was giving up on you. If you hadn't turned up when you did, I was going to use it on her." He took her hand and squeezed it. "I was going to make her scream."
"Why?"
"Because it's what I wanted to do. Scream."
Bellatrix bent forwards and kissed his hand. "I wanted you so badly. But I think I was quite numb for a while, after-" She stopped herself from finishing the sentence. She couldn't find the words, and she almost didn't want to find the words either.
Voldemort's arm slipped around her shoulders. "Maybe it's time to talk about that incident."
"You saw it," Bellatrix said glumly.
"I stopped myself from seeing," he replied softly. "Because, well, mostly I couldn't bear it, but I also didn't want you to be embarrassed."
Bellatrix bit her lip. She didn't want to cry. "He was so angry, Tom." It was too late, she was crying just at those words alone. He pulled her body into his, holding her tightly. "A-and he… H-he tied me over his d-desk a-and he… put this gag in my mouth and whipped me, with his b-belt." She could feel hot tears cascading down her face. "And then he raped me whilst I was under his Cruciatus Curse and I just wanted to die."
"No, don't say that," he replied softly. "You're so strong."
Bellatrix shook her head. "The first bit… I…" She buried her face in her hands. "Merlin, it made me wet." Finally, she couldn't stop the sobs. She cried deeply into her hands, feeling him holding her tightly to him.
"It's fine," he whispered soothingly. "It's just a natural reaction." He stroked her hair, kissing any part of her body he could reach. "He won't ever hurt you again, Bella. I will kill him if he ever touches you again."
Bellatrix nodded, falling back into his arms and hiding her head against his chest. "I've ruined our wonderful evening," she choked out.
"No," Voldemort said sharply. "You've just told me your darkest moments. You trust me enough to tell me this."
She nodded again, swallowing her tears and wiping her face. "Of course I do."
"Are you sure you don't mind what we did tonight?" he asked softly, kissing the top of her head.
Bellatrix pulled back, looking into his face. He looked worried. "Tonight was different. You were so caring whilst being so dominant… Tom, you were perfect." She leant over him and kissed him gently on the lips. "Have you always been this lovely to your girlfriends during rough sex?"
He scowled slightly at her. "To start off with, as you know, I have had one girlfriend who lasted about two weeks before she became my wife."
Bellatrix laughed, feeling better already.
"And secondly… No. Until you, I have not cared a knut for my conquests. They certainly did not get a safe word." He smirked. "But they were not Bellatrix Black. They were not important and pure like you are."
Bellatrix rolled her eyes. "I'm not important."
"Why were half the eligible wizards in the country trying to marry you before Rodolphus got you, then?" he asked, raising his eyebrows at her. "There are not enough female pure-bloods of your stature to go around."
Bellatrix frowned at him. She'd never thought of it that way before. She sighed, completely exhausted and her brain too frazzled to think about it all. "Can we go to sleep? It must be morning soon."
Voldemort smiled at her. "We can do whatever you want."
Smiling back, Bellatrix slid under the covers and snuggled against him as he did the same. He flicked his fingers and the candles went out. Sighing happily, she ran her fingers down his chest and shut her eyes. She had to say that she definitely felt better for saying what had happened on that awful day out loud for the first time.
In the darkness, she felt his hand slip into hers. "Thank you for making tonight easier for me," Voldemort said quietly. "For understanding."
Bellatrix smiled up into the canopy of the bed. "It was all worth it to see you destroy Rabastan like that."
Voldemort chuckled. "It was very enjoyable to watch you break Rodolphus's hand in the way you did."
"Oh?" she said, turning over to him, trying to swallow her giggle but failing. "I thought there were no enemies in your ranks?"
"Maybe just the one," he responded, and she could hear his smirk. "But let's keep that between husband and wife."
Bellatrix laughed. "Our secret."
"I love you," he said a while later.
"I definitely love you more," she replied, smiling into the darkness again.
"Not possible," he responded.
"Shut up, Marvolo," she said quickly.
Voldemort laughed quietly. "No more of this or I'll want to fuck you again."
Bellatrix smiled and closed her eyes. "Tomorrow," she said. "Tomorrow you can show me another of your fantasies. You clearly spend too much time daydreaming and not enough time working."
"You'll pay for that," he responded, his voice sleepy. "I won't let you come next time."
"As if you can resist that," she said, yawning again. "Goodnight, Tom."
"Goodnight," he replied, and she could hear the smile in his voice.
Feeling happier than she could remember feeling, Bellatrix fell peacefully asleep.