Her Rose

Not ten minutes after her lord had broken into her mind, he excused himself , gave his wife a kiss, and departed the room without as much as a glance at Bellatrix.
"I'm going to go get a drink," she announced to her husband. Before he could reply, she stood up and hurried over to the bar at the end of the ballroom where a large crowd of people were congregated. Bellatrix went into the inebriated sea of humans, and once she was certain her husband had lost sight of her, swept past the bar and out a small door leading to the foyer where her lord waited. She called for him softly. His head turned her way, and he quickly made his way over to her. He took her hand (Bellatrix was all smiles and her heart jumped), and led her out the front doors. He didn't speak to her as they walked, but Bellatrix didn't mind, she was too busy plotting ways of getting what she wanted: to become her lord's woman once more. They made their way along the moonlit grounds bordering the mansion and into the maze-like garden known as 'lovers maze' because, with its tall hedges and complicated paths, it was a very safe place for lovemaking under the stars. He led her through the tall, green hedges until they reached the middle of the maze where the beautiful rose garden was located. Bellatrix smiled at the irony as he let go of her hand and turned to face her.
"So, did you notice anyone that was acting suspiciously? Someone who would be likely to attempt a power grab?"
Bellatrix shook her head and tried to keep the disappointment from showing on her face. He had brought her to Lovers Maze to talk business?
"Well then, what were you thinking about?" he pressed on, brown eyes digging into her onyx ones.
"It was nothing of major importance to our cause, my lord," Bellatrix said curtly.
"I saw you looking at me, I won't ask again." He pulled out his wand to prove his point.
"I was reminiscing about when we were together," Bellatrix said, trying to sound cold and detached. He acknowledged her response with an awkward silence. His expression became guarded.
"You have a husband you should be reminiscing about, Bella," Voldemort said quietly, his eyes betraying no emotion.
"My lord, with all due respect," Bellatrix said trying to keep her voice even. "Titles or the sanctity of marriage didn't seem to mean anything when we started our affair, and you were unmarried while I wasn't."
His eyes flashed blood red like the rose she always compared him to. His hand shot out and clamped down on her upper arm before yanking her towards him, Bellatrix stumbled and her hands landed on his chest to stop herself from falling on him.
"I am starting to regret ever having laid a finger on you, for ever since you have been insubordinate and disrespectful," he hissed, tightening his hold on her. "You act as if having bedded me made you my equal, but the only person that has the luxury to call herself that is my wife, my equal, and your superior." He ended with a smirk at seeing Bellatrix struggle to keep her cool at his last words.
With a derisive snort, he pushed her away from him and disappeared between the tall, dark green hedges. Bellatrix, who was breathing somewhat heavily, broke into a fast walk and followed him. She stopped when she hit a wall of greenery; there was a path to her right and left, but which to take? Suddenly, she heard a branch snap from a footstep. She broke into a run and veered right. Just when she thought she would lose him in the maze again, she saw the tip of his overcoat and his heel for a brief second as he turned right.
"My lord!" she called out and rushed around the corner only to stop abruptly so as to prevent herself from crashing into his waiting form.
"I wish to get back to my wife, Bellatrix, what is it?" he said, eyebrow raised. She didn't reply. Instead, she took a daring step towards him, and pressed her lips to his. Just when she was about to start exploring more of his mouth, he gave her a hard shove. Bellatrix stumbled away. His hand lashed out and hit her on the cheek with a deafening blow. He then pulled out his wand and aimed it at her.
"Crucio."
Bellatrix fell on the dewy grass in familiar, yet unbearable pain. Normally she wouldn't have minded; however, this time, anger surged in between the pain and slowly started barricading Bellatrix's mind and body from the pain of the cruciatus . . . .
All of a sudden, the pain along with the curse was gone. Bellatrix sat up, and it was then that she noticed the look on her lord's face: a mix of anger and astonishment.
"How did you do that?" he asked snappily.
"How did I do what, my lord?" Bellatrix asked.
"Stand up when I'm talking to you!" he yelled, his balled-up fist held rigidly at his side. Bellatrix scrambled onto her feet just as Voldemort took two giant steps towards her, grabbed her arm, and pushed her against the hedge.
"How did you throw off the cruciatus? No one's ever done that."
"I didn't realize I had," she replied breathless. The amount of power that radiated from him in his rage, overwhelming and intoxicating.
"What did you do? What were you thinking when you threw it off?" he went on, his face coming closer to hers.
"I was angry that you reacted that way to my kiss," Bellatrix whispered, eyes glinting. He smirked and twisted her arm a little more; he teasingly brought his face closer to hers so that their lips were less than an inch away from each other.
"A lot of people feel anger when the cruciatus is cast upon them, but none throw it off. What was really on your mind?" his eyes bore into hers. Bellatrix smirked. "Why does the lord ask when he can go in and see for himself?" she muttered
"Because I want to hear you say it, Bella," he replied impatiently, shifting his weight from one foot to another.
"I was angry that you were using the cruciatus when there was something else I'd have liked you to be using on me." Bellatrix brought her free hand up to his abdomen and slipped it inside his overcoat so that she was fingering the crackling cotton shirt all the way down to his belted pants.
"Bellatrix," he murmured warningly as her hand went below the belt.
"I was thinking about all those times when you would take me on your desk or up against a wall and hammer my wet pussy with your big, thick cock."
Her hand was now massaging the junction between his crotch and his leg; however, she made sure to stay away from the real target. She was holding out on him and it was making him impatient, but Bellatrix didn't care, she liked teasing him.
"I was thinking -" she was cut off by him violently capturing her mouth. He had to let go of her arm which she placed around his neck as he hoisted her up against the hedge. Bellatrix heard the cracking of small branches breaking as she was pressed up against the maze wall, there was even the flutter of wings as a bird fled his lair in indignation.
"My lord," she moaned into his mouth as they deepened the kiss. He pushed up her dress, his hands running down her legs which were wrapped tightly around his hips. Abruptly, they broke the kiss and untangled themselves. Panting, Bellatrix pulled her dress over her head and threw it on the ground with a vengeance. Her underwear and heels came off last in a rabid rampage while he unbuckled his belt with nimble fingers and pulled down his pants and underwear all at once. Bellatrix jumped on him and began unbuttoning his white shirt in a frenzy as the lust in the air became so powerful and overwhelming, it was almost palpable. Their kiss gradually became more violent and clumsy as desire reached unparalleled levels. Their teeth were clinking like swords against each other and Bellatrix tasted blood as he bit down on her bottom lip. She moaned as his hands squeezed her prominent breasts and his fingernails brushed her areolas making her nipples stand up. Bellatrix moaned even louder when she felt his erection againt her labia, just when she was hoisting herself up onto his erect member, he took her off the hedge and they came down on the grass. She felt him push into her as she reclaimed his swollen lips. Bellatrix arched her back off the wet grass and moaned loudly as his cock penetrated her moist cavern. Bellatrix tightened herself as he began to move out of her. He moaned and thrust himself forcefully into her as he reclaimed Bellatrix's mouth and drowned out her cry of ecstasy.
"Oh my lord," Bellatrix whispered, eyes closed. He was now kissing and biting one side of her neck as he ran his nails down the other causing goosebumps to appear all along her body. "My lord!" She cried out. His other hand was squeezing her breast in tune with each forceful thrust. Suddenly, he rearranged himself and dragged Bellatrix down more so that his cock brushed the top part of her opening. He thrust more forcefully and Bellatrix clenched herself around him as his penis hit her g-spot and brushed up against her clitoris. Bellatrix cried out gibberish and gasped as each thrust sent a powerful wave of pleasure. She moaned loudly causing him to speed up, sweat dripping from his forehead and hair. Bellatrix felt herself coming close to her climax, her hips started thrusting up to meet his. Bellatrix pulled his head down for a kiss as they moaned and gasped into each other's mouths. Bellatrix came first with a loud cry as she clenched herself around him causing him to come a second later. Bellatrix lay on the grass, her breathing heavy, eyes closed. After he came, she felt him lay down his exhausted form on her. His heart was beating fast, and his chest was dampened with sweat. They lay on top of each other for a few more seconds, once Voldemort had regained his strength, he raised himself off her and moved towards their heap of clothes. He threw her dress at her and began pulling up his pants. Bellatrix looked up at him expecting him to say something to her, but he just dressed quietly. Bellatrix summoned her underwear and began dressing.
"You go first," he told her as he put on his overcoat. " I have things to do in my office."
He threw her one last nonchalant glance and disappeared between the hedges. Bellatrix finished dressing quickly and tried to keep her disappointment away. He had been so cold to her, her rose. The sex had been amazing as always, but Bellatrix knew it had been just that for him, sex. Nothing more. She quietly followed the path she had seen him take, and soon she was out on the grounds and on her way to the brightly lit mansion. She saw a group of Death Eaters dancing around a giant bonfire. They were screaming and laughing like they were possessed, and Bellatrix wondered if they were drunk or drugged out.
"Where's your drink? It sure took you a long time to get it," Rodolphus muttered as she plopped down next to him. She glared at him.
"I got sick, and I was throwing up," she replied briefly. She turned to look at her sister who still deep in conversation with Hermione. Bellatrix smirked as she saw the mudblood throw back her head in laughter, if only she knew . . . .