Special delivery for dexstarr Title: Worth the Whip Author: Recipient's LJ name:dexstarr Pairing(s): Bellatrix/Rodolphus Rating: R Summary Bella teases her husband and they pay for it later. Word Count: 1629 Warnings/Content: violence of the non-sexy kind.
He watched her get dressed with the slow, casual movements that indicated she knew exactly what she was doing to him. Bellatrix rarely did anything slowly, rarely did anything without extreme determination. Unless she was in the mood to tease, that is. And she was definitely very good at teasing. Rodolphus had been unprepared for the kind of tease that Bellatrix could be when the mood struck her.
Black stockings rolled up her calves and circled her thighs. She didn't even look at him as she secured them in place with her garter belt. As per usual when she decided to wear something more appealing under her robes - and usually at Rodolphus' request - Bella slid the black lace knickers over her stockings and garter belt. With her back turned to him, Rodolphus could make out her perfectly shaped ass beneath the pattern, just enough pale ivory flesh peeking between the black to stir up desire in him.
They didn't have time for desire to stir. The Dark Lord had called a dinner meeting at Malfoy Manor. If Bellatrix wasted much more time, they would be late as it was. But he was hard pressed to want to rush her. If they arrived late and were punished for it, so be it. Watching Bellatrix take her time wrapping herself in sensual fabrics was well worth any punishment the Dark Lord deemed fit to give him.
A flick of her wand and Rodolphus watched as the under-bust corset laced itself up her back. It tightened little by little until her posture straightened and her breasts pushed upward. The silhouette of her was surprisingly taller and more graceful as she stood up straighter, reaching for her shirt. Black silk slid down over her arms and face until it settled against her curves as if it had been poured over her skin.
Bellatrix stepped into her trousers, bending at the waist and bracing herself with one hand on the bed. Every instinct in Rodolphus wanted to move up behind her, run his hands over the curve of her ass, push her against the bed and rip the clothes from her body. He wanted to take her and every move she made seemed to invite him to do so. But as Bella finished buttoning her trousers, the clock chimed seven o'clock. They were late. They would be late even if they disapparated from their bedroom directly to the dining hall of Malfoy Manor. And Bella wasn't even finished getting dressed yet.
Crossing to the wardrobe, Bellatrix ignored her husband completely. She was good at this, getting him worked up and doing nothing for him. Of course she was equally good at intimately surprising him when she had decided he'd had enough. When it came to Bellatrix, there was no "enough" for him. He would take whatever she was willing to give, and gladly. Even this, the teasing and ignoring him, making them late and knowing that they would both be hurting for it in a few hours.
Rodolphus watched as his wife stepped into knee-high stiletto boots. She lifted her leg to settle her foot on the ottoman as she pulled the zippers. She moved so carefully that Rodolphus was certain she was stalling. She was testing him. Bellatrix wanted to see if he thought the punishment they would receive was worth it to him. She was trying to get him to rush her and it wasn't going to happen.
She pulled a fresh set of robes from the hanger and slipped her arms into them. They were silk inside, he could see the crimson fabric as it slid against her equally as silky skin. She wrapped them around herself, tight enough to give her shape but not enough to hug her curves tightly. She was hiding herself. She was teasing him with what she wasn't showing suddenly.
And still, when she lifted her hair to twist it into a loose bun, Rodolphus felt the desire to kiss the back of her neck. He wanted to hold her body to his, her back to his chest, and to taste every inch of her exposed flesh, no matter how little of it there was now. He wanted to pull her hair loose and thread his fingers through it before divesting her of the rest of her clothes. But that, sadly, would have to wait a while.
"Well, we're already late. Are you going to stand there gawking or are we going to leave?"
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Slowly, Rodolphus peeled the damp silk from her body. Bellatrix gasped, palms pressed firmly to their wardrobe door. He tossed the stained shirt aside for the house-elves to deal with later. He threaded his fingers through the loops and knots of her corset, tugging as gently as he could to pull the laces loose. That too was stained with a crimson just red enough to shimmer against the black fabric. If it wasn't her favorite piece of clothing, Rodolphus would have just cut the damned thing off. Instead he was forced to listen to his wife grunt in pain as he finally wiggled the bone and fabric free.
Rodolphus himself would have to wait. There was no spell strong enough to heal the wounds striped across their backs, nor the cramping in their muscles. He would see to his wife first. Strong as she was, Bellatrix was still just a woman, not the crazy vengeful goddess she made the rest of the world assumed she was. Rodolphus saw her hurt, saw her sleep, saw her vulnerable when she was lost in the throes of ecstasy. She was a woman, flesh and blood, and she was his.
Peeling Bella out of her boots, garter belt, knickers, and stockings was easier than the rest. Her body ached, but nothing below the torso had been bloodied. She stood pressed against the door, stark naked, dripping blood, and beautiful.
Rodolphus brushed Bella's hair back from her neck. He leaned in, nuzzling against her throat. The front of his shirt pressed against her back, fabric clinging to blood. And she gasped. But as soon as Rodolphus moved to pull away from her, she clasped his hand and pulled him closer. Didn't take much for him to get the hint.
Sliding his fingers down her thighs, Rodolphus drew his wife's hips back flush with his. He nipped and kissed along the sweat slicked flesh between jawline and shoulder. She tasted like pain and all he wanted to do was give her the pleasure she'd been after all night.
He dipped his fingers down to the apex of her thighs, through the thatch of course dark hair. His gasp echoed hers as he slid between her wet folds. She was already excited, probably had been all night. It wasn't going to take much, although the way his shirt clung to the blood on her back, he wasn't sure he wanted to draw it out. Pain was something they toyed with on a regular basis, but that was pain under their own control and easy to heal. This was not.
Bella groaned slightly, hips jutting forward a little when Rodolphus didn't start immediately. She was never patient, his dark beauty. And it barely took more than a little nudge to send him in the right direction. His fingers rubbed her clit in a slow circle, drawing out those sounds that he found far more beautiful than any other sound.
She moved against him fluidly, her body like putty in his hands. Bella arched and curled, back of her head dropped onto his shoulder. Finding her more than ready, Rodolphus slid two fingers in her tight heat. She cried out, hips gyrating against his hand. Now was definitely not the time to withhold, not after what she'd been through tonight.
Rodolphus did exactly what she wanted, what her body was begging for. Free arm looped loosely around her, Rodolphus thrust, following the rhythm of her hips. The quicker his hands moved, the more she cried out, the louder she got. Rodolphus brushed his thumb over her clit, again and again, in time with his fingers. Bella's hands clasped around his arms, tightening until it was almost painful.
And then, all at once, her knees gave and her whole body fell limp into his arms. He couldn't be sure if she was crying out because of pleasure or the pain where her back rubbed against his shirt. Probably a bit of both. Rodolphus didn't let go, didn't stop holding her up as she trembled in his arms.
Slowly she relaxed, feet pressing into the ground again. Rodolphus held her steady until she was standing again and then stepped aside so she could move toward the bathroom, watching every painful step and wishing he could have taken the punishment for them both.
He pulled the shirt off his own body, wincing as he pulled at his own dried blood and torn flesh. Then he followed his wife into the bathroom, watching as she lowered herself into the bathtub, watching as red swirled into the clear water when she sunk lower. Rodolphus knelt at her side, lifting the cloth from the side of the tub and soaking it. Neither one spoke as he scrubbed her flesh as clean as he could manage without making it worse.
Finally Bellatrix relaxed completely, leaning her sore body against the back of the tub and closing her eyes. Rodolphus stroked his fingers over the top of her hand, leaning his forehead against his arm as it draped over the side of the tub.
"I guess we won't be having quite the evening you planned tonight."
Bella didn't move a muscle except the tiny smirk that graced her features as she spoke. "I don't know," his smirk nearly mirrored hers, "I could go for a little more rough and tumble."
Rodolphus laughed, lifting his gaze toward her. "Oh, I bet you could."