"Do not fight me on this, Callie." He spoke firmly. "You are mine, and that means showing my followers that you are out of bounds." His tone left no room for arguement.
She argued anyway.
"And I am telling you, I won't. Look at it! You want me to look like a prostitute? Your so called "precious horcrux"? How in anyway does that show your "ownership" of me anymore than just saying it would?" She protested. In her hands she clutched a green babydoll slip dress, complete with a silver collar with the mark of a snake on.
"You're just a possessive bastard, that's what!" She continued, unaware or uncaring of the magic swelling out of him. "You just want to show me off like the dirty old man you are!"
The room turned cold. Frigid icicles erupted around them, the only sign of his fury. His face was impassive and blank.
"What," he asked calmly, "did you just call me, darling?"
The magic in the room was suffocating. Still, she wouldn't back down, even as her hands flew to her throat and he forced her down to her knees under the weight of it all. On the way down, however, she knocked off a sundial of some sort from the mantelpiece, and time seemed to slow as she watched it shatter. This, she somehow innately knew, could not be repaired by magic.
On the other end of the room, the Dark Lord slowly lowered his gaze to his trembling horcrux on the floor.
"That," he said softly, silkily, "was an antique."
She shot towards the door - prey cornered by a deadly, dangerous, extremely magically powerful man.
"Incarcerous."
She panicked. She knew he didn't need to say it aloud, he could have done it just as easily nonverbally, so it was just so that she herself knew what was coming. Even so, she couldn't defend herself, and the ropes flew out of his wand and wrapped tightly around her, tripping her up. From her viewpoint on the floor, she had a view of him slowly stepping towards her, and crouching down, pulling a vial out of his pocket.
"Do you know what this is, darling?" He whispered viciously.
She made to move but a single twitch of his finger and she was silenced.
"Something of my own creation. A focusing potion with a single drop of my own amortentia. One drop lasts about ten minutes. So open wide, sweetheart."
He forced a finger into her mouth and pressed firmly down until the resistance gave way and her jaw slackened. He counted out three drops, before pocketing the vial and loosening the ropes.
Immediately, she shot up, determined to give him a piece of her mind, when she suddenly got tunnel vision and started swaying. He gently caught her and her grey eyes narrowed in on his red ones. It was like nothing else mattered except him. And she wanted nothing more than to hold him forever. She was aware of what had just happened, yet it seemed so small, so insignificant, in the face of him that she found herself completely disregarding it.
"Tom" she whispered breathily, lovingly reaching out her hands to caress his face. He was delighted, she could tell, and he allowed her a few seconds of contact before he pulled away.
"Oh, my darling. **My soul. You want to please me, do you not?**" He spoke gently, as if she were a spooked animal.
"**Won't you put this on for me, darling? It would make me so very happy.**" He slowly bent down and picked up the dress.
"**Yessss. Yes, of course I want to please you. I'm all yours, Tom.**" And he sighed as he watched their shared language pass so prettily through her rosebud lips. He wanted nothing more to ravish her.
He handed the dress over, unabashedly letting his gaze roam as she stripped right there and then. When she went to put back on her underwear, however, he grasped her wrist in warning.
"** Put that back, sweetheart. Afterall, the potion was a gift to make it easier, but I still can't let your behaviour go unpunished. Only naughty girl break expensive things. And you want to be my good girl, don't you? That means that I have to correct you so we can spend forever with each other.**" He hissed, the threatening words a stark contrast to how he pulled her tiny form against his chest and rubbed soothing circles into her skin through the sheer fabric of the dress.
"** Answer me, darling. Acknowledge what a bad girl you've been and I might be persuaded to take pity on you.**"
From underneath his chin where she was tucked against his solid chest he heard her dazedly murmur, "** Yes, my soul. I don't mean to break it, I'm really sorry. Of course you need to punish me. I've been bad. And you won't love me when I'm bad. I want to be good for you, Tom. Your good girl.**"
"**No,**" He agreed, still caressing her. "**I don't love you when you're a bad girl. So I'm going to make sure you think twice about doing it again.**"
And with that, he twisted them sideways until they landed on his throne in the meeting room.
They had five minutes until people would start arriving. He positioned her on his lap so she was straddling him, before lazily waving a hand and unzipping his trousers. He arranged her dress so the everything was covered, and then all at once sheathed himself into her wet heat.
She gasped, sensations of fullness and pleasure drifting down the bond.
"** Sh, shhh, my darling, breathe through it, that's right, you're doing so well. Taking me like it's all you were made for. All you have to do is warm my cock through this meeting and that's it. Maybe I'll even reward you afterwards.**" He cooed into her skin and kissed her scar as he clutched her black shiny hair tight, allowing him to pull back her head and lick up the side of her pale neck.
"** So full!**" She cried, attempting to bring her hips up for friction. His hand, however, found the soft swell of her hips and pressed down hard enough to bruise in order to keep her in place.
"** Oh, my soul, I know. Just take it like I know you can and I'll reward you after the meeting, I promise.**" He nuzzled into her neck.
The first few death eaters had now started to arrive, and he ordered them to report as he attempted to distract himself from the writhing girl on his inflamed cock. The urge to fuck her right then and there was overwhelming, but he occluded and attempted to pay attention to the meeting.
Twenty torturous minutes later and he suddenly felt panic shoot down their bond. He lifted his head and met her eyes, seeing nothing but fear contained within them. She wriggled, clearly attempting to take herself off his cock - which was unacceptable, she should know that by now - when she suddenly froze. Dolohov's voice drifted past him and he knew that she had just worked out exactly where they were.
Embarrassment, mortification, horror, fear, all from her in a split second.
He could tell she clearly wanted to yell at him, to scream and cry for putting her in this position now the potion had clearly worn off, but she couldn't. All she could do was attempt to breathe, quick, shallow breaths that only made her feel lightheaded and dizzy. Hyperventilation was just seconds away when the Dark Lord took pity and pressed his mouth to hers - a cruel mockery of mouth to mouth.
When their lips disconnected, she had clearly regained her voice back.
"You... You made them watch?" She accused, barely more than a whisper - as if she voicing it would make it come true. She was hiding her face in his chest - taking comfort from the one familiarity if this situation, even if it was the reason she was in the situation to start with. He decided she had suffered enough, after she had sat so divinely on his cock like he had requested.
"**No, darling. What they see right now is me talking to Nagini like normal. I would never allow another man to see you like this. But they can hear us, so you have to be very, very quiet unless you want to embarrass yourself.**" He smirked at her. Normally she would be angry at his trick, but all she could feel was relief, and she allowed her muscles to relax against him - subsequently sinking even deeper onto his cock.
He growled lowly and thrust his hips up - taking cruel pleasure in the way she gasped and tensed on his lap. And with that, all self control was thrown out the window as he projected one last warning to keep quiet into her mind before his hand, previously cradling her head, found it's way undef her dress and to her clit. Her head pressed harder against his chest as she clearly devoted all her efforts into keeping quiet - no small feat as for months he had encouraged her to be as vocal as possible.
Despite this, low moans reverberated against his sternum as he dragged his cock upwards into her while teasing her most sensitive spots - one hand on her back, pressing her closer to him, one circling her flushed clit as his cock was being engulfed by her tight squeezes. Never once did he take his eyes off her face. Eyes blown wide, pupils dilated, mouth open in an "o" shape - she was perfect. Exquisite. Irrevocably his.
With one final thrust, her back arched, and she threw her head back, mouth open silently in a scream as she attempted to ride out wave after wave of pleasure. Exhausted, she slumped against his chest, making no move to get off his member, content to just rest all of her weight against his chest.
"** Well done, darling. You took me so well, as always. You truly were made for me. Rest now, sweetheart, I'll be there when you wake up.**" He kissed her scar where his horcrux resided for the second time that night, pushing magic through the contact until her breath evened out against him and her eyes closed.
He dismissed the meeting. He had stopped paying attention to those worthless scum as soon as his horcrux came back to awareness anyway. Instead, her admired the form of the sleeping woman still who was still on his lap, his cock exactly where it belonged. He wouldn't give this up for anything. Anyone who attempted to take his horcrux from him would have hell to pay - especially now that she had accepted her place as his living horcrux, and all that came with it. Including the mind-blowing sex. Especially the sex. He felt a vague emotion of masculine pride and conquest as he admired her half-naked form
With that thought, he finally came inside her unconscious form, coating her insides with his primal claim. Who knows - maybe if they kept this up he would soon have an heir.