Playing with Fire

Chapter 53

A bit graphic this one. And graphic smut is definitely not my strongest quality. You have been warned. 0.0

Barty's POV

He didn't want to. He really didn't want to. But Hermione was right, as she usually was. He had to get Sarah pregnant, and it was the perfect opportunity for him to truly loose himself for a bit. He didn't have to be careful with Sarah in the way he had to be with his wife. He didn't have to hold back on her at all. Sarah could be his plaything while his wife was fragile and nauseous. Of course, he wouldn't neglect his wife, he would never do that, but he also knew that rought sex helped him with keeping his temper in check.

Every step Barty took towards the chambers where Sarah was staying became heavier. He hated the woman. And she would feel exactly how much he hated her, just to make sure she wouldn't get any illusions. He opened the door with a flick of his wand, and then immediately closed and locked it behind him again.

Sarah was on the bed, and when her eyes met his, he saw fear. Raw fear which he enjoyed seeing so much on a person's face. He noticed how her eyes went from his face to his wand, and then back to his face.

"Relax, I am not here to kill you. The Dark Lord won't allow it," he said calmly, and he saw the girl relaxing visibly.

"I still need to bear your child then?" she asked.

He only nodded slowly as he laid his wand down on a drawer and took off his coat. Then he went to sit on the large bed with her.

"You do. Though I don't want to be it's father. No... You can bear my child and then you can fuck off," he snarled.

"My, what foul language for a man with such high status. Such hostility. You know... you could also make this enjoyable for the two of us, this whole situation. I bet that wife of yours is not worth anything in bed right now," Sarah said seductively.

"Oh, I am planning on making this enjoyable. For me. But I doubt you're going to like it, my little whore," he growled, turning around to crawl on the bed until he was hovering above her, his hands on either side of her head. "I have been feeling a lot of anger recently. And I am going to out that on you until you get pregnant."

Her eyes widened slightly, and that satisfied him greatly. He didn't want her to experience any form of pleasure or love or feeling of any importance. He wanted her to feel like a nothing, like a slave. She had to be submissive and obey his every order without question. And most of all, he wanted to see her fear.

"Look, I am sorry for trying to hurt you and your wife. Okay? We can start over again if you want. I went about this all the wrong way, I do realize that now."

"I don't think so," he snarled, knowing fully well that he was almost spitting the words out through his anger. "You are going to be sorry for plotting against us. I will personally make sure of that."

He forcefully grinded his crotch against her leg, and he saw how it frightened her. He was not going to play the sweet husband with her, he was going to hurt her. He grinned cruelly when tears started to form in her eyes.

"You are my whore, you understand?" he said, slowly wrapping his hand around her neck. "You shall refer to my as your master."

She grabbed his arm and tried to pull it away from her, but he wouldn't let her.

"DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" he roared, making her flinch.

"You are a disgusting rapist!" she cried. "Get off of me!"

That made him furious. She was the one who tried to force him to have sex with her under the influence of the Imperius Curse, and now she was accusing him of rape? He smacked her hard in the face.