Once the Dark Lord Disapparated the formal, tense feeling left with him. There was chatter once more and some Death Eaters began to leave. Slipping easily out of Crabbe's reach Bellatrix crossed the centre of the circle, her stride long. She wanted to get to him before he left. She caught up to him well away from the others a moment before he Disapparated.
"Severus." She stopped a few feet from him.
He looked down his long nose at her.
"Bellatrix, can I help you?" he asked sounding very much like he hoped the answer was no.
"Yes, I think you can." She replied cheerfully as she looked him over once more and Snape watched her suspiciously.
"Exactly what service are you in need of?" He stepped back from her unsure about her behavior.
She closed the space between them until they were sharing the same breath.
"There are many little things you can do for me Severus. And many things I plan to do with you."
Her gaze traveled down him resting between his legs.
"Yes, I believe that will do nicely."
He seemed uncertain, as if it was some kind of trick. She walked behind him, slowly dragging her nails along the back of his neck, pressing her body closely against his. She felt him shiver. Bellatrix sat her chin on his shoulder and buried her nose in his shoulder length hair.
She hummed to herself. Softer than I expected.
"Do you really think you can resist me?" She whispered in his ear.
She knew she was breaking him. Sliding her hands down his chest she continued to circle him until they stood face to face. She watched his eyes trail along her form lingering on her breasts. Bella notice her chest was still rising and falling dramatically from her encounter with the Dark Lord but she could pretend it was from Snape.
Spreading her legs she slid one along the outside of his and stepped up closer. Her hands which had been resting on his middle ran upwards along his chest. An evil smile flashed across her face and one hand changed direction quickly, grabbing his already hardening cock.
She laughed at his surprise as he grabbed a tree to steady himself. His dark eyes met hers and she knew she had him.
"Your place?" he rasped, his voice impossibly low. Her smile grew. Bellatrix always got her way and she loved it.
"My bed has a husband in it." She knew he didn't want to take her to his home and she understood why. The place was a dump. But Bella didn't care, her cunt was throbbing, she needed relief and soon.
"Fine." She heard him mumble and before she was aware of what was happening he grabbed her roughly, held her close and Disapparated the both of them.
They appeared beside a filthy river. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her along the street. As most of the street lamps were broken they couldn't be seen but Bellatrix's insane cackle rang throughout the darkness.
He'd never released her wrist and she skipped excitedly beside him. Snape began to slow and in the moonlight she could see him eyeing her. He looked as if he was beginning to doubt whether this was a good idea.
Looking up at him through her voluminous hair she gave him a seductive smile. Severus tightened his grip and resumed his frenzied pace.
When they reached the last house on the street he released her and took out his wand. Sparing her a quick glance he stepped far too close to the door and mumbled spells to release the wards protecting it from intruders. Clearly he didn't trust her which was just fine, she didn't trust him either.
Once the door opened he dragged her inside, resealed it and Apparated them to his bedroom. Pointing his wand the fireplace roared to life. The fire was the only light source in the room and Bellatrix was glad. She could tell her surroundings held very little to please the eye.
Snape dropped his wand and his robes. He moved close to her and took her in a kiss. As his hands ran up her body to snatch at her bust their tongues battled. She bit his hard, tasting blood. Snape flinched but never broke the kiss.
Grabbing her suddenly by her hair he threw her down on the old four-poster. It groaned in protest and felt to Bellatrix as if it might give way. But what did she care if they trashed his room, she wanted him.
Kicking off her boots she unlaced her bodice slowly looking down but feeling eyes watching her movements. She shimmied out of her skirt next and pulled out her wand. Giving it a flick Severus was completely naked.
Bellatrix lay back across the bed and within seconds his body covered hers. She felt his prick pressing against her stomach as his lips and teeth ravaged her neck. She allowed this for a while taking pleasure in his attentions before throwing him off her.
She pushed him up against the pillows as the bed rocked dangerously. Bellatrix straddled him, her cunt dripping onto his stomach where she sat. She knew it would take almost nothing to make her come now but there was still more fun to be had.
Snape squeezed her full breasts and she threw her head back pushing them farther into his touch. When he thrust his hips, grinding his straining cock between her buttocks she purred.
Raising her wand once more she bound his hands to the bedposts. He looked upon her lustfully, as if he wanted nothing more than to run his hands over every inch of her milky flesh but he did not strain against his bonds.
Bellatrix smiled. "Not a single complaint? What a good little slave." She leaned back rubbing his prick with her bottom electing a groan. She crawled off him and leaned over the edge of the bed farther than was necessary, knowing he would have a nice view. When she rose she held her knife.
She returned to her position on his stomach. He'll protest now. She was sure. But he surprised her by smiling lightly. She raised the blade as it glinted maliciously in the firelight. Watching his eyes following her motions she guided it slowly along the mounds of her own breasts dipping it into the valley between them. The blade was razor sharp but her touch was light and it didn't break skin.
Removing it from her bosom she slid the flat side against Snape's throat. He stayed impossibly still, not daring to breathe. Tipping it to its sharpest edge she guided it down his chest. If he expected the same gentle treatment she had given herself he was wrong.
Increasing the pressure she cut him. His eyes widened and he breathed in a hiss. It wasn't deep but it bled well. Dipping her head she trailed her tongue along the cut tasting his coppery blood. When she came back up she grabbed fistfuls of his hair and pulled him into a demanding kiss. He returned the kiss fervently as is eager to taste his own blood on her tongue.
Positioning him carefully under her she slid down on him. Snape let out a groan and Bellatrix rose from the kiss moaning loudly. She was crazed now her need for release intense. Discarding the knife she found her wand and released the magic that bound Severus. His hands flew to her breasts and she removed one placing it on her clit which he stroked obligingly.
It wasn't far off now she could feel the sensation rising as she rode him hard, ramming his length deep.
She raked her nails down his chest bringing forth more blood. A short scream escaped her lips as Bella came, the feelings intense. A moment later she felt him spill inside her as he gave a deep groan. She watched him collapse back against the pillows then rolled off him, panting.
She took up her knife, swinging it; her eyes followed it lazily as the firelight danced off the blade. All the while she thought to herself. I hope he doesn't ask me to leave. I really don't want to go home and lie next to that swine. Maybe if I ask Cissy will give me my own room or better yet throw him out.
Bella felt something light glide along her side. Glancing down she saw Severus' long thin fingers dance smoothly across her skin. She smiled contentedly. Just the right amount of attention. At least he didn't try to hold her like Lucius had. There was only one man she wanted that from. She sighed, thinking of him and the precious mission he had given her. She would not fail him Bellatrix swore to herself. Tomorrow she would gain what he sought.