Faithful

t was the evening of Bellatrix Black's initiation. Just a few hours ago she had taken the Dark Mark.

She thought she would hate belonging to anyone… but now she did… it was strangely… exciting.

The hem of her long black robes whispered over the floor as she walked up the hallway to his room. Her stomach was tight with anticipation.

The dark green double doors trembled and slid inwards as she approached.

She walked through the doors, looking around with some curiousity. She'd never been in the inner sanctum before.

The room was dimly lit by several candles. From what she could see in the dim glow the room was luxurious and elegant but spartan. She could see plush couches, a desk, a large wardrobe and several bookshelves but nothing personal. Nothing to give it a truly lived-in feeling.

As her eyes adjusted to the low light she turned to look at the large silk-curtained four-poster bed. The Dark Lord was lying on the crimson sheets… his shoulder-length dark hair was hanging in loose waves around his face. He was wearing black trousers and a short black robe, left open as if to frame the bare, pale skin of his lean torso.

For a moment they just looked at each other, a half smile on his face as she enjoyed the view before her.

"My Lord" she said softly, unruly dark curls falling over her face as she gracefully inclined her head. "You summoned me?" she continued.

"Did I?" he said lazily, a rather teasing look on his pale face. "I believe you did. Was there something you wanted?" she asked sweetly, dark eyes glittering mischievously.

He chuckled, a deep rich and genuinely amused sound she'd never heard from him before. She liked it.

There was heat in his eyes at he got to his feet. He watched her hungrily as he approached. She looked back at him boldly, enjoying the fact that he didn't seem to be able to take his eyes off her.

"I don't remember" he said archly. "But now you're here…" he continued suggestively.

He took her left hand and raised it to his lips. A shiver of pleasure went of her spine as he placed a kiss on her wrist.

An almost inaudible sigh escaped her lips as his mouth travelled up her arm to the mark he had branded on her flesh. It flared at his touch… sending a pulse of hot pleasure through her that made her breath catch in her throat.

Then he was behind her… one hand pulling her into his body… the other pushing her hair aside to expose her white throat. Another sigh left her as his lips moved along the skin of her neck. She shuddered as he nipped the side of her neck… not hard enough to leave a mark but enough to make her jump.

When he reached the base of her neck he tugged the neckline of her robes down to trail his lips over her shoulder. He pressed the front of his body into the back of hers, hand wandering down from her neckline. Her head drooped back and a soft gasp came from her lips as his hand cupped a firm round breast, squeezing it firmly.

He was unprepared for the intensity of his reaction to her. Love may be a mystery to him… but lust… lust he was intimately familiar with. And he had never wanted someone so much as he wanted her. He could already feel certain parts of his anatomy stirring in response to her breathy moans.

She felt his reaction and couldn't help grinding her ass into his lap. He had to bite back a moan. He retaliated by sliding one hand inside her robes to tweak and tease an erect nipple. There was no room for rational thought In her lust-clouded brain as his other hand slipped inside her robes… wandering over the smooth skin of her stomach… pausing just above her slick folds. An impatient sound escaped her lips.

Finally he slid one finger inside… stroking in long, smooth teasing motions that almost made her cry out. He heard her breathing speed up … felt her move against his hand as his motions sped up.

And just when she thought she couldn't bear another moment of delicious torment he removed his hands.

She turned around to face him. For once he wasn't wearing that cold arrogant mask. She could see the naked desire… the hunger underneath it. Hunger for her.

She smiled as him lasciviously as she slowly slid her robes off her shoulders and let them slide down her body to pool at her feet.

If she hadn't already seen of his face how much he wanted her she could have seen it from the bulge tenting his pants. She let her eyes wander down his body… enjoying the sight of him… the greatest and most feared wizard in the world… so eager for her.

Then he was scooping her up in his arms as if she weighed nothing and dropping her on her front on the bed. By the time she had peeked over her shoulder at him he had already slithered out of his clothing.

Her eyes widened… he was certainly well endowed… and if he was as good with it as he was with his wand…

He slid onto the bed behind her and positioned him self on his knees behind her… body above hers. She couldn't help squirming pleasurably at the feeing of all of him pressed up against her.

His hands firmly pushed her thighs apart. She tried to move her upper body of the bed but he held her down.

Before she could protest he slammed his hips into hers, pushing himself deep inside her with one thrust. The force of it jerked her hips and tore a sound between a gasp and groan from her throat.

She barely had time to catch her breath before he drew himself almost all the way out and slammed his hips back into hers. A cry of pleasure left her lips and her hands tightened around fistfuls of crimson sheets.

A series of short sharp thrusts had her arching her body back to meet his, her soft moans punctuated with his deep masculine groans. Hearing his sounds of pleasure from behind her as his body pounded into hers was unbelievably arousing.

She'd never been had like this… so roughly that kept her deliciously, deliriously on that edge between pleasure and pain.

One of his hands wound itself in her long dark hair… jerking her head back as he continued to slam his body into hers. And though it hurt she felt a jolt of pleasure go through her.

Her reaction to what he was doing to her was all the encouragement he needed.

He kept his grip on her hair as he took her faster… deeper… till she thought she going to lose her mind from the raw fierce pleasure of it. Her body writhed and spasmed around his in a way that made his eyes roll back in his head.

His thrusts were less controlled now… he was as close to losing it as she was… she could feel it… and knowledge he was about to reach his climax pushed her over the edge.

Her hands contracted around the sheets… spine arcing… body convulsing around him as she gasped and groaned her pleasure. She felt his body go stiff behind hers… his sounds of pleasure mingling with hers as he had his release.

She collapsed on the rumpled crimson sheets… body trembling in the aftermath.

"Oh god…" she breathed when she could speak again. "My Lord… or simply Master will suffice" he said dryly, satisfaction in his husky hiss of a voice.