::: Chapter 11 :::
The next morning…
"M- Lord--May I speak--ou?' Bella blurted out the words. She had been pacing back and forth outside his den, practicing on what she was about to say to him. When she finally mustered up enough courage to come in, the words came out in a rush that she had to repeat herself so awkwardly. 'May I speak to you, my Lord?"
Voldemort looked up from the scripture that he had been trying to rewrite for weeks now, to address her. "Yes, come in Bella."
She walked in nervously, glancing around the room as if it was her first time there. She felt so jittery she had to hold her hands together to keep him from seeing them trembling. She walked over to the chair and stared at it, as if she doesn't know what to do with it.
"Sit Bella, what are you staring at it for?' Voldemort said when he noticed how she had been staring at the chair. When she's comfortably seated, but still kept mum about what she wanted to say to him, keeping her eyes on the floor as if something interesting was happening there, he broke silence. 'I take it that Rodolphus has told you of what I wanted him to do?"
"Yes,' she stopped herself, realizing that she had answered too quickly. 'Yes, yes he told me. So,' she paused again, shifted uneasily in her seat and cleared her throat before saying, 'I…just…wondered wh—why did you want him to do that my Lord."
Her hands started to grip on the sides of her chair as she saw him rose from his seat and walked over to the front of his desk so that he was in between her and the table.
"I thought my intentions were clear enough. I want you for myself.' He said calmly. 'This few years that I had been on my own out there, I had a lot of time to think. Bella, I need a confidant. Someone I can confide in. Someone I can share my troubles with. I need someone who has shown loyalty and intelligence….someone I know can rely on no matter what happens and I could only come out with one person who possesses such qualities….you." His fiery red eyes never left her as he spoke these words.
"I—I am..." she tried to say but she couldn't find the right words.
"You don't sound thrilled, Bellatrix." Voldemort commented on her lack of reaction.
She got off the chair and dropped to her knees before him. "I'm sorry, my Lord. It's not that I'm not happy, my Lord…it's just…I…it was…what you said it was all…so...sudden and I… I am more than happy to serve you, my Lord." She kissed the hems of his robes, looking up at him to see the expression on his face. As usual, there is none.
He pulled her up by her hands and held her close to him. "I don't believe you Bella. You're not at all convincing."
"My Lord I…' she started. 'I really am trying to find the right words for it. I…" she was cut off when Voldemort suddenly grabbed her by the neck and pushed her to a bookshelf.
"You will be clear about this, Bellatrix Black. I have made known my feelings for you and you will make clear your feelings to me. You will be there whenever I need you. You will not sleep around with any other wizard while you're with me and don't expect me to ever marry you….Do you understand?' She was so surprised and he was choking her so she could only reply with a nod. 'Good. Now get upstairs and get naked. I'll be there in 5 minutes." He let her go.
She started walking out of the room feeling hurt…..physically. Surprisingly, she felt so turned on by the way he had roughed her up. But then again, that's what made her so attracted to him; his power, his ego, his ruthlessness. She suddenly remembered what had made him the only man she had ever felt like she could believe in.
Oh I'm such a bitch! Of course I shouldn't have done that. He's my master! I should be more than ecstatic that he wants me! He wants to FUCK you Bellatrix L—Black!
Keeping that thought in mind, she raced upstairs to 'their' room. Running would help her warm up. Pushing the door open, she tore her clothes off, throwing it all over the room. She ran to the dressing table, looking into the mirror, staring at her reflection.
This is it. We are officially consummating our…relationship. He's not going to marry you Bellatrix Black but why should he? There is no need for him to….marriage is only to…to make things official….but who are we going to make our relationship official to anyway?
She suddenly noticed the décor of the room. It was beyond magnificent. It was dark and mysterious, reflecting the personality of the owner.
Oh wait…owners. I am the co-owner! I am going to be the most powerful witch in the world. Wait a minute…I always have been.
Slowly, she tiptoed across the room toward the heavy curtains which were blocking out any light…and air from outside.
Why am I wlking on my tiptoes for? Who the fuck am I disturbing? Now nobody but soon….
She shivered a little at the realization of what was about to happen. She suddenly felt like she would need a breath of fresh air. She was just about to take a peek outside when he apparated in. Her head turned around so fast she heard a crick. She turned around to face him, suddenly feeling…shy. It suddenly occurred to her that this was the first time he is seeing her totally naked. Usually they would be too much in hurry to even take their clothes off.
Her skin was flushed bright red as he looked her up and down, taking in her sight. She wondered what he was thinking about.
It was a look that he gave her that made her ran to him, taking his lips with hers, grabbing him by his arms holding him tight not wanting to let him go. He brought her legs up around his waist and pushed her against one of the bedposts. He bit down on her lower lip, tasting the sweetness of her blood. She felt his male hardness in between her legs making her moan with pleasure. He threw her onto the bed as he began tearing off his own clothes. She was glad to see him just as excited as she is.
Her hands reached out to him as he crawled on top of her. When he entered her slick opening, she gasped, arching her back, crushing her breast against his chest. His thrusts became even more demanding, pounding into her that she was forced to hold on to the headboard.
"Oh…my Lord!" she screamed her lungs out. His hands moved to pinch her neglected breasts, in rhythm with each thrust. When she tried to push him over so she was on top, he slapped her hard across the face. "Stop it."
It shook her for a minute but then she suddenly felt this huge urge to defy him. She started to try to push him over again forcing him to slap her again but still, she wouldn't stay down. Bellatrix was not used to being the obedient one in bed. He tried pinning her hands down above her head but she started squirming under his body with such a rage that manifests under sheer frustration. He thought he would be repelled by her fighting him off but instead her incessant need to make things go her way turned him on.
His demands drove her to heights she had never experienced before. She had always been the dominant one and other wizards would gladly let her have her way. All those times with the Dark Lord, she had hidden this side of her, fearing that he would not approve of her fighting back. However, looking at his face now, it was obvious he loved it.
He started to pin her arms by her sides and pushed her over. He wrapped his arms around her tight as he began kissing her neck. She felt his organ trying to enter her from behind and she began to protest though she didn't really want to. It started painfully, a tear actually rolled down her cheek but her lips were carved out into a smile. She finally stopped struggling, letting him take the reigns. They got on to their knees as he pushed her against the headboard, thrusting into her hard. She came first, taking in a deep breath and letting it out, allowing it to linger as a sigh as she leaned back against him. When he came next, he let out a final thrust and they both collapsed back onto their bed, exhausted but satisfied.
Oh damn it! I didn't even get a chance to suck him.
His head turned around to look at her, "In a few minutes you will, my sweet."
She turned around to look at him. Somehow she had expected him to pry into her mind, she would be rather disappointed if he didn't.
"I love you." She said to him with a huge smile plastered on her face. Just as she had expected, he did not say a word.
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