Upside Down

I'm disappointed guys...I give you a mind-blowing sex chapter...and I only got four reviews. Four. The four I got were wonderful, mind you...but I was expecting more. I'm sad....oh so sad....

I hope you like this chapter........if you do you should tell me.....please? *Puppy dog eyes*
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The small card had informed Ruby that she should meet Tom at a small, rather private restaurant in the Magical world. So she used the public Floo and walked a bit to get there, since she wasn’t old enough to Apparate. Stupid laws…*sigh*

Tom stood in front of the restaurant, waiting for Ruby to arrive. Ruby thought he looked terrific in tailored black robes, with a crisp green shirt. The robes were made of a very light material, and seemed to almost float around him as he stood.

“Tom!” she called. He turned, and smiled at her, revealing his straight white teeth.

“Hello there, Ruby. I’m very glad you didn’t get into trouble. I promise I’ll have you in the right place at the right time.” He said softly, and held out his hand for her. She took his hand, and he led her inside the restaurant.

“I trust you will, Tom.” Ruby said, flushing from the contact.

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Rodolphus sat in the bedroom he was sharing with his wife, his hands wrapped around a glass of firewhiskey. He had just had a very interesting talk with Lucius about his wife. It seemed that she was a sub in Dom’s clothing. He could fix that.

As if his thoughts drew her, Bella entered the room. She started for the bureau, intent on changing her shirt after Sirius had deemed it necessary to spill pumpkin juice on her. Arse.

“Bella…I think we need to talk.” Rodolphus said, setting his glass on the table beside him.

“Hold on, Roddy, I need to change.” She said. He swallowed.

“No. Now.” He said, standing from his seat. Bellatrix paused, and looked at her husband. Her eyes narrowed slightly.

“What are you on about?” she asked. The cold pumpkin juice down the front of her shirt made her shiver slightly. Rodolphus began to circle her, looking her up and down. She really was a magnificent creature. He even liked the new hairstyle Ruby had done for her, the soft waves accentuating her face much better, and making her look so much…softer.

“We’ve been married quite a while now, Bella.” He said. It wasn’t a question, but a statement. Bellatrix’s brows furrowed slightly. Really…had the man gone mad?

“Yes, Rodolphus. We have.” She replied calmly, very aware of the almost predatory way he circled her. It sort of made her…excited.

“And in all the years that we have been married…who would you say has held the most sway in this relationship. Who…..‘wears the pants?’” he asked. Bellatrix smirked slightly.

“That would be me, Roddy.” She said, her voice almost taking on a sing-song tone. He frowned.

He waved his hand absent-mindedly, and the door to the bedroom closed with a click, locking and warding itself with only an additional twitch of his fingers. Bella whirled towards the door, staring at it for a moment, her own mind reeling. What the bloody hell was he planning?

When she turned back, her stomach did a complete flip. Rodolphus stood in front of her in full Death Eater garb, mask included, holding a long slender piece of wood in his hand. Merlin…it was a cane.

“That’s about to change.”

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Tom showed Ruby to her seat, pulling her chair out like a gentleman, and seating her at the table before he took his place across from her.

“What would you like, Ruby?” he asked, picking up the menu. Ruby looked at her own menu, looking over the items. She frowned a bit when she noticed there were no prices beside the items. That usually meant the place was….well….fancy.

“Um…the chicken cordon bleu sounds really yummy.” She said. He nodded in agreement.

“Yes.”

The waiter came to their table, a small pad in his hands.

“May I take your order, please?” he asked, pausing a quill just over the pad. Ruby looked at the waiter, noting that his robes were all black, with not one, but seven serpent-shaped clasps in the front. She thought that was a bit odd for a waiter’s clothes, but when she looked around, all of the waiters were wearing that kind of clothing. It looked a lot like the robes she’d peeled off of Bellatrix when they’d brought her to Hermione’s flat. But she shook off the thought. Why would waiters be wearing Death Eater robes?

In the meantime, Tom had placed their orders, and was watching Ruby go off into Thought Land. When Ruby’s eyes finally came back into focus, and rested on his face, she blushed softly.

“Sorry. I was lost in thought.” She said lamely. He smiled.

“I have a surprise for you, Ruby.” He stated. Ruby’s eyes lit up, and she clapped.

“A surprise? What kind of surprise?” she asked. Tom’s smile grew broader.

“I want you to close your eyes.” He said. She complied immediately. “When I tell you to, I want you to open them. But not until I say so. Understood?” he asked. Ruby nodded, her eyes still shut.

“Is it a good surprise, Tom?” Ruby asked.

“It’s to die for.”

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Bellatrix went for her wand. She wasn’t afraid of her husband. Far from it, in fact. But he wasn’t getting anywhere near her with that cane….

As son as her wand was drawn Rodolphus cast a Disarming spell, and her wand sailed across the room.

“Rodolphus Lestrange! You’d best stay away from me with that thing!” she hissed, and lunged for her wand. She found herself suspended with her hand only a few inches from the slender wand.

Rodolphus was silent, only adding to the mystery of his intent. He levitated his frozen wife over to the bed, dropping her on her stomach. Immediately she was bound by and invisible force, and her arms and legs stretched out so she lay spread-eagled. She couldn’t see her husband, but she could hear the thud of his boots each step he took.

“You’ve held the reins in this marriage far too long, Bella.” He said simply. With a flick of his wand, her clothes were completely gone. She gasped at the sudden feel of cool air on her flesh. Rodolphus approached the bed, and reached out a leather-encased hand, resting it on the back of her leg. “I intend on making you submit to me tonight, Bella. And there are two ways to do it. We can do it the easy way…” he trailed off, and ran his gloved hand up her leg, tweaking her neatly trimmed pussy gently. She gasped, squirming against her bonds. It had really felt quite nice…

“Or the hard way.” He finished, and brought the cane down with a powerful crack. She jumped, and pulled hard against her restraints.

“Fuck you, Rodolphus!” she snapped. She heard him chuckle darkly, and felt the hair on the back of her neck rise.

“The hard way it is…” he said softly, and brought the cane down again, making another fiery red mark appear on her bottom, parallel to the first. She sucked in a wounded breath, but refused to cry out. “Oh, my little Bella. By the end of this night, you’ll be begging-” here he punctuated the word with another crack of the cane against her “to submit.” He finished.

Dammit…she had forgotten how much this hurt! Bloody hell! But she had to admit…she liked this side to her husband. For years he had walked on eggshells around her…as well he should, as she was quick to anger and even quicker with her wand. But she had found out soon after joining the Dark Lord that she liked to be dominated. And the Dark Lord dominated completely.

But she had no idea how to go about telling her husband this. She didn’t have a very good sex life with him…she had no plan to introduce this new-found side. So, she had taken to border-line mistreating him in hopes he would slap the shit out of her, throw her down and fuck her blind. It seemed he was just now finding his balls. Yay…
He laid down three more stripes in quick succession, all as firm as the first three, making her squirm in agony. But she bit her lip to keep from making a sound. She was stubborn….she would submit to him…eventually….but as far as she was concerned he was going to have to earn it.

He wasn’t doing a bad job so far. Even through the blinding agony of the fiery stripes, she could feel a dull throbbing between her legs. It felt quite heavenly, actually, and it was much stronger than anything she had ever felt. In addition to the throbbing she felt incredibly empty. Like there was something missing.

She gasped when she felt his cool hand touch her heated bottom. Apparently he had shed his glove. He gingerly rubbed the raised welts, silently admiring his handiwork. But his hand dipped lower, rubbing the inside of her thigh. Her first instinct was to strain towards his hand, trying to bring her throbbing pussy towards his hand. She needed relief!

“Ah…it’s amazing to see how much of a wanton whore you become with the proper…treatment.” He commented, withdrawing his hand completely. He chuckled when she let out a disappointed grunt. He didn’t have to touch her to see she was already glistening with arousal. Lucius was right…she was a sub if he ever saw one. And she loved punishment. All the better.

“How many times did I stripe you, Bella?” he asked suddenly, catching his wife off guard. She blinked, and concentrated for a moment.

“Six.” She said shortly.

“I’m going to give you six more, and after each strike of the cane, you will count the stroke, and thank me for it.” He said. Bellatrix snorted.

“Like hell I will!” she said. She gasped aloud when the cane struck the tender backs of her thighs.

“That one doesn’t count. We’ll start at one.”

He brought the cane down with a hair-raising whistle, cracking it against her again. She was silent, refusing to count the stroke.

“No? All right then, we’ll start over.” He said. Once again he struck her, leaving another welt on her bottom. She couldn’t hold back the squeak that erupted. He waited for a few moments, giving her the chance to count the stripe. “I can keep this up all night, Bella. We’ll start from one until you count them.” He said. Crack! Another stripe.

When the count reached fourteen Bella knew she wasn’t going to be able to keep this up. Her bottom was on fire, and there was an entirely different burn soaking the mattress beneath her. The pain was exquisite, but too many more and it would cross the line.

He brought the cane down again, and this time she came into action. “One. Thank you, husband.” She said. Rodolphus paused for a moment. This was a victory for him. Crack! “Two. Thank you, husband.” She said. He could hear the strain in her voice. The other four stripes were laid accordingly, finishing off her total. He put the cane aside, and turned back to his wife, intent on relieving her other ache.

He released the bonds on her feet, pulling her bottom half gently over the bed, positioning her at a bent angle. Her arms stayed bound out in front of her, making her unable to stand up.

He slowly unfastened the Death Eater robes, letting the outer robes fall to the floor with a clunk. He stripped himself slowly, letting his wife squirm with need against the bed.

“Roddy…Please…” she begged softly. When he was completely nude, his erection standing out proudly, he approached his wife from behind. He nudged her legs apart, looking at her arousal-damp thighs with amusement. He rested his hands on her backside, once again tracing the raised stripes. She panted softly, the fire reawakened in her bottom. One hand left her bottom, and the other dipped between her legs, slipping a finger between her hot wet folds. She gasped, and once against strained towards his hand, the feeling of emptiness returning. She realized with a start jut what it was that she wanted to fill her. “Please….” She begged again.

“Please what?” he asked, withdrawing his hand to rest it on his throbbing erection.

“I…I need…” she started. She wasn’t quite sure how to ask for it. She never had before… “I need….you…” she said, her voice quavering.

“What do you need me to do?” he asked. She was so close….

“I need you….to….fuck me…” she said, and felt a bit of a flush in her face. Goodness, though…it was exhilarating to ask for it!

“Why?” he asked her, moving to press just the head of his cock against the lips of her glistening opening.

“What…what do you mean?” she asked, unsure of what he wanted her to say.

“Why do you want me to fuck you?” he asked, laughing inwardly at the way she tried to push her hips back against him. But with her arms bound the way they were, she couldn’t get too close. He pressed the tip of his member against her clit, making her shudder softly.

“Because….I…I want you…to claim me…” she gasped, her breathing labored as he stroked her clit with his cock.

“Claim you? Why?”

“Yes…because….because I’m…I’m yours…” she said, her voice breaking slightly.

“Let me ask you, Bella….what do you want me to do to you?”

She groaned as he slid completely within her, coming to a halt when he bottomed out.

“I want you…to….to dominate me!” she cried. He withdrew, and slammed into her repeatedly, his hips pressing into her striped bottom. The combined feeling of the fiery stripes and her husband fucking her senseless was enough to drive Bella to a very quick orgasm. She clamped down on her husband, crying out desperately as the intense orgasm overtook her. Rodolphus rammed into her continuously, riding out her orgasm. He kept his thrusts hard and deep, delighting in the wonderful sounds his wife was making beneath him.

“Whose are you, Bella?” he asked, leaning down close to her ear.

“Yours! I’m yours, Roddy! Take me!” she gasped, and then proceeded to let out a string of curses so profound the Dark Lord may have blushed. She was so close to her second orgasm…just a little more….

She went over the edge again, screaming her release, and this time Rodolphus went with her, stiffening up and coming with a hoarse shout.

Bellatrix’s orgasm was so intense that she almost immediately blacked out. Rodolphus withdrew his rapidly softening dick, and chuckled at his limp wife. It had been years since he’d made a woman pass out….well…when it was consensual, anyway…

He released the bonds on her hands, and caught her as she began to slip. He gently settled her onto the bed, clothing her in pajamas with a flick of his retrieved wand. He then grabbed some sleeping pants and donned them, climbing up onto the bed with his wife. She stirred a few minutes later, opening her eyes to look up at him.

“That was bloody amazing…” she murmured. He smiled, and nodded, stroking her head as she burrowed against his side. He never thought Bella would actually cuddle…but here she was. And it was nice. “We should do this more often.” She added, her voice muffled against him. Rodolphus smiled eerily.

“Oh, dear Bella….I’m not thought with you by a long shot.”

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Ruby sat in her seat, her eyes closed and waiting for Tom to reveal her surprise.

“Open your eyes, Ruby.” He said.

Ruby opened her eyes, and was met with the sight of Lord Voldemort sitting in front of her, with several Death Eaters behind him, their arms crossed menacingly. Voldemort had been expecting a scream….but it didn’t come. She looked at him blankly for a moment.

“Son-of-a-fucking-bitch!” she cried suddenly, slamming her napkin down on the table, much to the amusement of Voldemort. She crossed her arms, and leaned back in her chair, pouting slightly.

“I have god-awful taste in men…”
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Oh Ruby....you've gotten yourself into quite a pickle this time!!!

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