The Love of a Thornbush

Caught - Chapter Eleven

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I took a step, and felt my exhausted muscles spasm under my weight. Every movement was agony.

After a long, arduous walk from the woodland surrounding the manor we had made it back to the front entrance.

A chain with a leather handle was attached to my collar, keeping me within arm's reach of the witch leading me. Bellatrix marched forward, never looking back.

I was barefoot, my hair matted with dirt and debris. Every joint in my limbs ached with each step until I stumbled to a halt, knees trembling under the strain.

Bellatrix paused, shoulders tense. The light from her illuminated wand spun shadows across her dark, angular face. She turned to face me, dark eyes alight with frustration.

The Witch tighted her grip on my leash, yanking me forward so suddenly and with such force I fell into her arms. They held no comfort, but it was nice to have myself supported by her heated body.

I shivered from the rain beating down on us, contrasting with the heat of her body against me. Her eyes were dark, filled with the promise of unrestrained anger.

"If you run from me again, I'll use my blade to peel off every last inch of your pretty skin"

The cold wasn't the only thing making me shiver, and I felt as if I was dissociating as her lips moved. The threat was both real, and unreal. It didn't fully register to me that she was being truthful.

Her hands on my waist were both exotic and familiar, and I didn't know whether to run or move closer to her.

She towed me into the doorway, out of the rain and into the warmth of the dusty manor hallway. One hand on my back, the other pulling me by the leash towards a room in the depths of the home.

She opened the door, revealing a pristine white florescent bathroom.

The tiled walls glowed, completely dry. I'm guessing this was one of the disused, but regularly cleaned bathrooms. I looked to Bellatrix and saw her twisting the shower knob, letting hot steamy water flow from the showerhead.

The older woman turned to me, and with surprisingly tender hands stripped me of my nightclothes. She made mockingly soft eye contact.

"Oh baby~" the witch purred, grasping me by the chin to keep me looking at her "did your little nighttime rendezvous get you all dirty?" Bellatrix checked the water temperature, then took me by the hand.

"Don't worry, pet. Mommy's gonna get you all clean and pretty again"

I was practically pushed into the warm, welcoming shower. My painfully tense muscles relaxed almost instantly under the pressure.

Discarding her dress, Bellatrix stepped into the shower with me. The heat made me lightheaded and stung at the cut on my forehead from my fall, and the little scratches from my previous hiding spot in the trees.

The water ran a muddy brown colour from all the dirt caked on my body, Bellatrix scrubbed at the hardened mud on my arms from my numerous falls in the woods. Her actions were tender, yet rough. I suppose a murderer can only be so gentle.

She lifted the sponge onto my face, washing away the dried blood and caked dirt. Her dark eyes held no emotion as she performed such a caring act.

We were roughly the same height, but the small woman made me feel towered over at every opportunity. Bellatrix held me close with tender care, brushing aside my matted hair to wash my face and shoulders.

We stayed in the shower for the next twenty minutes, Bellatrix finishing off getting the dirt off of my body and scrubbing it out of my hair. I just stood silently while she took care of me.

She dried me off with a soft, luxurious towel and led me into her bedroom

"lay down on the bed"

She told me, gently pushing me down. I lay naked on the gothic grey sheets. Bellatrix walked over to a cabinet and pulled out an infant-inspired product.

She sauntered closer, enjoying my confusion. I watched as she smirked, pouring some white powder onto the palm of her hand "turn over, babydoll"

Without pause, I turned onto my stomach. I didn't dare to argue.

I couldn't see her now, I lay tense waiting for her next move.

Angular, violent hands used for bloodshed started rubbing the baby powder into my back. It was quite nice, actually. I felt her massage and squeeze the flesh of my butt, the powder making it softer.

She snaked her way down onto my thighs, rubbing the fleshy fat of my skin. Her lips kissed me on each cheek before she made me turn over.

She kneeled above me now, pouring more powder onto my stomach. She kissed up my chest, leaving marks on my collarbones as she rubbed and squeezed at every bit of flesh available to her.

My whimpers made her chuckle, taking a break from trailing up my neck "that's it, pet. Let mommy make you all soft"

I watched as she mischievously smiled, kissing down my chest to suckle on my boob whilst massaging powder onto the other.

Her touch was so comforting and so erotic, I buried my hands in her damp curls and enjoyed her massage.

She took her time, making sure to squeeze and rub every crevice on my body. Sensuality poured off of her in buckets. Bellatrix nipped and sucked at the newly softened flesh, leaving bruises all down my pristine flesh.

It took a while, but finally the older woman was completely satisfied with the state of my body. She allowed me to lay under the blankets, but not to wear any sort of nightclothes.

She smoked a cigarette, probably to unwind from the stress of the chase. Bellatrix held me to her side, breathing out the smoke to kiss the top of my head. I waited til she had taken another draw on her cigarette to mumble an apology.

"I'm sorry, mommy"

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A.n thanks for reading x