The Love of a Thornbush

Dressing for the Occasion - Chapter Two

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"You summoned me, Mistress"

"Yes, pet. I did"

Hands clasped in front of me, eyes focussed to the floor. I awaited her command.

From what I'd seen when I entered the room, Bellatrix lay submerged in a porcelain bathtub. Her pale skin reflected like milk on the water, brown nipples taunt above the surface. One knee out of the water, fully relaxed and comfortable.

She took a drag on her cigarette, I heard her exhale and smelt the smoke on the air. It danced its way towards me, and my nose crinkled at the strong odour. I heard her chuckle.

"Take a look, over there in the corner. I have something for you"

I took a quick peek at her, her eyes closed and head leaning back to bask in the warm water. Her breasts hovered above the water like mountains, I could have stared at her for years. Naked, in the water, she was like a siren. Pulling me towards her as if I was under a spell.

I shuffled to the corner she had gestured to, sat on a chair was a black gift box with silver trimmings. I picked it up, hands trembling slightly so that the tissue in the box ruffled. I glanced back to Bellatrix, but she wasn't watching me. Her eyes were still closed.

It took only a second for my quick fingers to untie the bow, which fell to my feet and wrapped around them like a snake. I looked up, checking to make sure the older woman wasn't about to scold me for making a mess.

The witch had opened her eyes, watching me with mild interest. The cigarette perched between her fingers was half burnt away, Bellatrix still continuing to release smoke from her smirking red lips.

"Open it" her voice was whisperful, breathy. She sounded the way she did after an orgasm. Her lips were slightly open, red lips not touching as she watched me. Obsession in her eyes, and the way she stared.

The lid was light, made of cardboard but the design was expensive. The white tissue paper inside was easily shifted aside by my hands. I felt her eyes on me, watching intently for my reaction as I lifted a dark green dress from the box.

The fabric was velvet on my fingertips, black lace trimmings on the neckline and bodice. It was beautiful, and incredibly expensive.

"Do you like it, pet?"

I swallowed, and nodded dumbly. The older witch chuckled again, a dark and dangerous thing "put it on"

She motioned with her cigarette to her bedroom, connected to the bathroom we currently were in. I nodded again, even dumber than before. I hastened to the door and entered the bedroom, with it's high ceilings and black walls decorated with silver flowers. I saw the large bed in the centre of the room, with its black silk sheets and pillows. The bed she'd taken my innocence on.

My nightclothes fell to the floor, leaving me bare as the day I was born. I checked over my shoulder that I had shut the door, I was correct but still felt the black eyed beast in the next room waiting for me. I felt her hunger, her desire. It burned into my back like her eyes were on me.

I lifted the dress and marvelled at the expensive fabric, it was soft and crafted for both style and comfort. Pulling it over my head, I let it adjust itself to the curves of my body. It reached my mid thigh in length, and sat high enough that only my collarbones were visible. It was beautiful.

I felt her impatience from behind the door, running as hot as the bathwater she bathed in. Remembering my manners, I knocked on the door. I'd seen her in states of nudity before, but it was only polite. Besides, I didn't wish to anger her.

"Come in pet, let me see you"

The wooden door opened with a creek, the cold stone floor on my bare feet was a sensory difference to the humidity of the steamy bathroom. As I stepped inside, I would have checked myself in the mirror if it weren't all fogged up.

I didn't need to see my reflection after all. Bellatrix's gaze told me all I needed to know.

Her eyes were dark as coal, locked onto me like magnets. They radiated a fierce, uncompromising desire. As if she would leap out of the bathtub and have me right then and there.

Instead, she merely took another drag on her cigarette before putting it out in her bathwater.

I stood still, sweatridden hands rubbing feverishly from nerves. I didn't know what to expect from her.

"My little bird..." Her voice was soft, uncharacteristicly soft. I'd rarely heard her voice so quiet.

"How pretty you are, in the dress your Mistress bought for you" I blushed under her compliments, placing a presumptuous hand on the edge of her tub. She glanced down to it, but said nothing.

"I think I deserve a thank you, don't you?" She smirked wickedly, seemingly proud of herself for making me bend to her will.

"Thank you, Mistress" I gave her a shy, innocent smile. Bellatrix raised an eyebrow.

"A proper thank you"

I hesitantly moved closer to her, the older woman tilted her head back and watched me through lidded eyes as I placed my hands on the porcelain tub sides next to her head.

I leaned down, close enough that our noses touched and I felt her warm breath on my lips. Her eyes weren't fully closed, they watched me under her lids with unmasked lust.

"Kiss me"

I didn't waste a second. In the next moment, my lips were upon hers and her hands wet from the bath were pulling me closer to her by the shoulders. Water droplets dripped down my chest, but neither of us cared. I had a spare thought that I hoped she didn't soak my dress, I quite liked my dress.

Bellatrix moaned, allowing me to grasp her hair as her tongue slid into my mouth like an eel slithering into a cave. I felt her hands wander, running down my sides and grasping onto my waist like a vice. Cruel hands, turned romantic.

In an instant she did something something unexpected, with great strength I had an inkling she possessed I was pulled into the bath with her. I straddled her lap, feeling her hand run up the now ruined dress's skirt and clasp onto my sex with vigor.

"I'll buy you a hundred dresses new, this is much more valuable to me"

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A.n thanks for reading 😁