Suffering For Desire
Chapter Eight. Under the Table.
Bellatrix and Dora were seated in the kitchen. The house elf was finally getting around to making that breakfast. Bellatrix was sitting, coffee and cigarette in hand, humming to herself whilst Dora sat in her own little world, she had completely forgotten about the torture Bellatrix had put her through before, and also the future. What would happen? Was she going to carry on living like this with Bella? What are the Order doing? Do they think she is dead? How are her family coping? None of these questions were near her mind at this moment. She was lost in a new life. She was hardly the woman named "Tonks" like she was before. No, she was almost back to her original roots, she was a Black now.
She came out of her fantasy world, all about Bellatrix, she was infatuated now, enchanted. She wanted Bellatrix more than anyone else. She had Bellatrix, well, Bellatrix had her, but to be practically owned by her was just as satisfying.
She remembered that outfit that Bellatrix was wearing. The tight corset, the lovely stockings that came up just past her knees. The super short leather skirt. She wanted her there in that kitchen, she needed her right then.
Bellatrix sighed and exhaled the smoke from her cigarette then stubbed it out in the ashtray.
"Oh come on Jobby, hurry up!" she said assertively to the house-elf. "I haven't eaten in two bloody da- ooh"
Soft hands touched her upper leg and traced slowly upwards, soft lips kissed the inside of her thigh. Teeth oh so gently nipped at her skin, teasing her, making her aroused.
Bellatrix looked under the table, Dora was under there, her mouth close to her heated centre, getting her even more moist as she put her hand up to the thin, dampened fabric of her panties and rubbed her up and down whilst she slowly kissed and nibbled her thigh. Bellatrix groaned in anticipation and opened her legs even more so Dora could access her. She pushed Bellatrix's skirt up and slowly, with her teeth, dragged her damp panties down to her knees then let them drop to her feet.
Bellatrix sat upright in her chair whilst the house-elf continued to cook the bacon and eggs.
"Lunch is ready madam" it croaked.
"About time, stick them over he- ohhhhh" Dora flicked her tongue over her clit making her eyelids flutter in a sudden wave of pleasure. The house-elf walked over to the table with a plate of bacon and eggs and put it in front of her.
"There you go madam." It bowed and stood there for a second. Bellatrix's demeanour was strange, not disdainful as it usually was. She hung her head down and her breath was heavy and ragged.
"Are you alright madam?" it inquired, looking at Bellatrix, who sat there flustered as Dora continued to lick and nibble at her swollen nub. She pushed a solitary finger inside her and moved it around, hitting that perfect spot within.
Bellatrix attempted to stifle a moan. "Mmm, uh… yes, n-now go away!"
"As you wish madam" it hoarsely said then tottered away into another room. As soon as it left Bellatrix let out a pleasured squeal after keeping it all in, keeping her dignity.
She lay back in the chair and opened her legs even more, gasping in pleasure as Dora added another finger to the dripping mess. She caressed her burning nub with her tongue, making Bellatrix moan louder, the pleasure intense.
Dora was so aroused. She couldn't help but put her free hand in her own panties, playing with her clit, slipping two fingers inside, the pleasure mutual. She managed to rapidly pump her fingers in and out of herself and Bellatrix. She moaned loudly, her arousal at it's peak from pleasuring such a beautiful woman.
Bellatrix flung her head back and let out a scream. She was about to-
Footsteps were heard from the hallway, neither Bellatrix or Dora heard them, they were engulfed in their own world of pleasure. Suddenly, two figures burst through the kitchen door as she let out a final scream when she came.
"Bella!?"