Reluctantly

"W—why?" Bellatrix stammered, as she again tried to shy away from Snape's grip on her shoulders. "I—I thought you just wanted a look..." she whispered, as tears again fell to her face and rolled down her cheeks.

"You were — mistaken." Snape grinned, his eyes glinting malevolently as he felt the dark witch tense beneath his grip. "Now, hands behind your back or you can see yourself out."

For the second time since entering his home, Snape had pushed her too far. "Fine," she hissed, twisting violently and stepping away from him. "I'll go."

She bent down to retrieve her clothes only to have her tormentor step in front of her. "Ah — Ah — Ah. I think not, Bella. These clothes are mine now. Consider them the price paid for allowing you to enter my home."

Unbridled hatred flashed in her eyes. Her lip curled in a vicious snarl and her muscles tensed. Snape thought for a moment she was going to pounce again. The moment drew out, and Snape leveled his wand, preparing to strike if necessary. Eventually, he could see the wheels turning in the **** Eater's head. If she left here, now, naked and weaponless, she was as good as dead. It gave him immense satisfaction to bring Bellatrix so much pain. Then, just as quickly the hatred vanished and was replaced by despair. She fell to her knees, tears again dripping onto her face. "Fine, Severus, you win," and, with **** ****, she placed her hands behind her back.

"Incarcerous," Snape called out softly. Directed by his wand, thin strands of strong rope wrapped tightly around Bellatrix's wrists, fastening them together. They then entwined around themselves, securing her in a hold that would be nearly impossible to slip out of. He walked around in front of her as she began to openly weep and delivered a hard slap to her face to get her attention. She looked up at him, the tears she'd shed in the past few minutes since entering had left dark streaks down her cheeks. Her once proud, defiant, and wild eyes were lost to misery, humiliation, and despair. Her thin lips trembled. It was clear she'd never been so helpless before in her entire life. Snape felt nothing but loathing and the desire to bring her as much pain as possible when he looked down on her. He grabbed her chin in a merciless grip. "You're mine now. Understand?"

With a blank, disbelieving stare, Bellatrix nodded absently. She was in shock, unable or unwilling to believe how events had turned against her. She sobbed and hung her head in defeat.

Snape delivered a second slap to her face, rousing her from her befuddled state. "Say it," he hissed. "Make me believe it."

"I—I'm yours," she stammered helplessly.

Snape gently caressed her now reddened cheek. He pressed his thumb against her lips and after a moment she opened them. He worked his thumb back and forth across her tongue and she closed her lips, sucking softly upon it. Snape's rock-hard erection returned as he gazed without pity down on his new **** sucking on his thumb. "I believe you, my pet. But — I think a proper test of loyalty is in order, don't you?"

Bellatrix said nothing, only groaned as she tried not to gag on Snape's dirty, disgusting digit. She did offer him a nod of her head. Not because she wanted to, but because she feared what he might do should she refuse.

"Good. If you prove to be an obedient and competent ****, perhaps you'll live long enough to earn your freedom. But —" he said withdrawing his thumb, "first, your test."