We're Not Broken, Just Bent

After nearly a decade in the position, Rodolphus knew the ins and outs of his father’s business. His business. Lestrange Industries had its hand in so many different ventures that it was difficult to say exactly what their main business even was. Financing, real estate, marketing, hell there was even a smaller division that made wicker furniture. If you could make money buying it, selling it, trading it, or offering admission to it, Lestrange Industries probably had something to do with it. It was Adolph’s and his father Rudolph’s, Roddy’s grandfather, success in business that solidified the Lestranges as Europe’s wealthiest wizarding family and Rodolphus was not about to let that prestigious title, and all its benefits, slip by him. They were like royalty, in fact they were the closest thing to an actual royal family the wizarding community had. He would be loathed to spoil that for his precious princess Aurora – not to mention Rodolphus made great use of his exorbitant wealth. On occasion, when he told Ader, his house elf, to let Bella know he had a business meeting late in the evening, it was actually the truth. Tonight was such a night, as rare as it was.

Only moments after his business partner shook Rodolphus’ hand and left Roddy to pay the bill for their evening, a busty blonde approached the table. Rodolphus raised his well-defined brow at the vixen. Without asking and before even saying ‘hello’ the blonde sat in the chair recently occupied by the other man. “Well, hello,” Roddy said, wondering what – besides his rugged good looks and obvious money – could have caused this witch to approach him so boldly. The woman flirted shameless with him, and Rodolphus smirked at her attempt at banter. He found her boring, but one didn’t have to be a good conversationalist to be good in bed. Sometimes the dumber ones were the most worth it, though no one compared to his little Auror mistress who allowed him to do things that he would never otherwise dream of doing to anyone – unless there were plans that they were not going to live to see the morning.

He was debating whether this one would live or die when a breathy, familiar voice whispered in his ear. He felt chills rolls down his spine as her hot breath met his skin. “Hello, darling,” he said, greeting his wife without need to turn and look at her to know who he was speaking to. He and Bellatrix had been friends since childhood; even with their marriage on an uneasy foundation, he could recognize her voice anywhere. “Catherine,” he started, gesturing to the blonde before the woman corrected him, stating her name was Catelyn, “Catelyn was just leaving.” Rodolphus reached for Bella’s arm, pulling her around to stand beside him, and allowed his hand to trail down her arm. He lifted her left hand and brought it to his lips, the large sapphire wedding ring on display for Catelyn to see as Roddy kissed his wife’s hand.

His affairs were discrete, in keeping with the stature of his family name it would not be appropriate to let on that he screwed around behind his wife’s back. It was a well-known practice of the social elite, to be sure, but not one openly discussed. The few who thought themselves too mighty to be taken down by confirmation of an affair were quickly proven wrong and Rodolphus was raised better than to humiliate his family in such a way. Despite his rocky relationship with his wife, he still respected Bellatrix too much to put her through all that as well. She was, at one time, one of his best friends, she was his wife and the mother of his child. She deserved every ounce of respect given to her and he would not sully her name along with his just to let it be known that he could catch any piece of ass he wanted. He knew that for himself, and with him being as arrogant as he was, that was really all he needed.

Tonight had not been a planned engagement with the blonde across the table, and while the word ‘worry’ was too strong for the feeling Rodolphus had at being ‘caught’ with a woman in such a public and high profile local, he was momentarily concerned that Bella would think he had lost his touch and was putting their family at risk. The concern was quickly alleviated as Bella gave him a sly look he had seen from the gorgeous witch hundreds of times before. They were to have fun together tonight. Rodolphus knew better than to question her actions, so he simply went along.

Extending his arm and wrapping his hand around her tiny waist, Rodolphus pulled his wife onto his lap. She was light and moved easily, despite her height which, judging by the looks of her heels, had an extra few inches attached to her tonight. The only question in Rodolphus’ mind at that moment was whether or not he’d see those heels in the air later, or if Bella was only looking to relieve a little aggression with the blonde tonight and not with Rodolphus in the bedroom. They were still shagging regularly, though not as often as Rodolphus would have liked but he found other places to satiate his needs when his wife wasn’t in the mood or his desires were more sadistic than she could handle. He was rough with Bella, but he never crossed the line with her as he did with a few others (and one in particular). Before Aurora was born their relationship consisted of more than just sex and expensive dinner parties, they spent time together and shared their interests. They would hunt together, just for fun, but the past several years it had only been upon the order of Lord Voldemort or the occasional special treat in which they would play together in that sick and twisted way they did so well. If that was to become something more frequent, Rodolphus wouldn’t argue.

Bellatrix fell gently into his lap and gave a purposeful wiggle of her rear end against him, trying to stir his excitement. It was working. If they weren’t in the middle of a crowded room with a guest sitting across the table from them, Rodolphus would have taken the opening Bellatrix was providing and bend her over the table, ripping that sexy little red dress she wore. Unlucky for Rodolphus, appearances wouldn’t be easily repaired after such a public and indecent display. It would be fucking fun, though. Perhaps when they were on holiday somewhere in a foreign country they had no intent on returning to or doing business in, he would follow through on this sudden desire. This evening could very well be the turning point in their deteriorating marriage.

Bella finished the last of his drink and caught the eye of the server that was passing by. She ordered him another scotch, herself a gin and tonic, and then politely and forcefully insisted on ordering a drink for the blonde. “Don’t we all,” Rodolphus said, expectedly, at the woman’s poor choice of wording while ordering her drink. Turning to the waiter, Rodolphus added, “put this on my personal tab. Before, on the corporate.” The waiter nodded and headed off towards to bar to put in their order. Rodolphus rested one hand in Bellatrix’s lap.

Looking back at the blonde across from him, Rodolphus picked up the conversation, attempting to lull the woman into a false sense of security so that they could all later make their way out of the lounge without drawing much attention. At the moment there were no heads turned in their direction, no whispers fluttering about. If they could convince the woman to leave with them, there fun could really be had. If she decided to leave before them, well, that would be most unfortunate for her as neither Lestrange would be very pleased with her rudeness. “You were telling us about your work.”

This blonde woman was smarter than Rodolphus had originally given her credit for. At least, she was smart enough to be wary of the attractive couple she had accidentally happened upon. Perhaps she was playing dumb before Bellatrix' s arrival, thinking men liked their women pathetic (it was a common error on the part of many feeble minded females) or maybe it was just a natural instinct to be cautious in the presence of predictors. Whichever the case, her hesitancy lasted through the first drink but by the second Roddy could already see the apprehension in her face start to leave her. A few more rounds, some witty banter, and charming smiles from the Lestranges, and Catelyn was showing a more confident side that Bellatrix had seen at the bar. She was still boring as dirt, but she was attractive, and Roddy was feeling amorous after having his gorgeous wife wriggle around on his lap all night.

The waiter had been around several times, taking away empty glasses and bringing fresh drinks the moment they were needed. One of the many luxuries of having the copious amount of money the Lestranges had was the fact that one rarely had to wait for anything, and in fact Rodolphus had visited this establishment for business, and long ago for pleasure with his then new bride, so often that it was well known by the wait staff that Rodolphus did not appreciate having to wait for a drink. The word ‘alcoholic’ was tossed around in the kitchen a time or two but no one would dare say anything of the sort anywhere within earshot of the man for fear their business and personal reputations would suffer at the hands of the richest man in Britain.

His glass was nearing empty and the waiter could be seen looking over from across the room, preparing to come exchange the glasses any moment now. Catelyn laughed at something Rodolphus had said, tossing her blonde curls over her shoulder as she petted Bellatrix’s hand seductively. She had a distinctly distant expression on her face as she lifted her glass to her lips and finished the last of her poorly named drink. “What would you say to a bit of privacy, my darling?” Rodolphus turned his eyes on his wife, a thin smile touching the edges of his lips. “A night away from the little one. Shall I get us a suite at the Avalon? You can bring our friend.” His free hand caressed her backside, sliding against the silky dress which he knew would tear away easily enough once they were free from prying eyes.

Bellatrix, to her credit, was a magnificent actress when it came to feigning interest in anything this Catelyn woman was saying, and the fact that Rodolphus’ wife was able to control her reaction when the blonde tried to play dumb to the initial invitation to their hotel room made him give her a little squeeze as he gently pushed her from his lap. The couple stood, and Roddy waited for the ladies to walk ahead of him as they exited, watching the sway of their rear ends in their respective dresses, excited for the moment when those frocks would be disheveled on the floor.

The air was brisk as they made their way up the alley toward the hotel, Rodolphus standing on Bella’s right nearest the street, with the two women on his left where they were less likely to be splattered by muddy snow from a passing vehicle. Even if his plans for the evening were dastardly, even if and Bellatrix were planning to shag and murder this stupid witch, there was no reason for him not to be a respectable gentleman until the time came. Walking with his wife, and not beside the stranger they had met at the bar, would appear to onlookers to be a casual evening among friends instead of the libertarian scene that it was. He wrapped his arm around Bella’s shoulder as they walked, making conversation with the blonde as they headed into the hotel and through the lobby.

“Would either of you lovely ladies like another drink?” The suite had a fully stocked bar, a single drink from which would cost most wizard’s a month’s salary but to Rodolphus it was mere knuts. He had already removed his suit jacket, tossing it over the arm of the sofa in the lounge, and loosened his tie. Lulling Catelyn into a false sense of security and comfort would be easy here. She hardly needed anymore drinks but a casual air about things would help her settle in and Rodolphus was always up for a scotch. Rodolphus handed the blonde a glass, then another to Bellatrix, lifting his wife’s chin with his finger and tilting her head up to look at him. His lips curled and his expression darkened. Of all the alluring acts his wife had performed in their seven – eight? – years of marriage, homicidal group sex was most certainly his favorite.

His own glass he summoned from the bar as he sat in across from the blonde and evaluated her. She was thin but not waif-like. She took care of herself but there was a tiredness that pulled at her eyes saying she’d seen more in her years than she had wanted to. The Lestranges would be doing her a favor, then, by cutting her life short before she had time to add more lines to her face. She would die pretty, which was all any woman wanted out of death.

Catelyn had been finishing her the same dull story she had been telling in the bar and she made a joke to which she laughed lightly. Rodolphus smiled as he pulled his drink away from his face. “Take you dress off,” he commanded, disregarding her supposedly humorous anecdote. The blonde was taken aback by the sudden request but she soon set her glass down on the table, stood, and begin to strip for the couple.

***

The blonde's legs were willingly around his waist and his hand had moved from her breasts up to her throat. He kissed Bellatrix deeply as he squeezed his fist tighter around the whore’s neck. Her face began to turn red and her eyes widened. Tears formed in her eyes and her moans turned to gasps. Catelyn swatted at his arm, trying to pry his fingers from her throat and clawing at him with her long, painted nails. Roddy kept his eyes locked on his wife’s as the blonde struggled beneath him, desperately trying to regain her breath but Rodolphus persisted until he was finished. He released the woman as he pulled away, panting slightly from the event. The blonde instantly moved her hands to her neck in shock, tears pouring from her eyes. There was a red outline of Rodolphus' hand wrapped across her pale white skin. Catelyn began to yell at him for turning so harsh and she pulled herself, completely naked, up higher onto the bed to be further from him. Rodolphus looked to Bellatrix lazily. "Shut her up, darling."

Blankets, sheets, and pillows in disarray had fallen from the bed, or were pulled off in a moment of excitement. Clothes were strewn about on the floor and tossed over chairs. One of the women’s bra had gotten caught on a light fixture as it was thrown haphazardly into the air, the slinky black lace dangling from the crystal chandelier. Rodolphus stood at the foot of the large, plush bed, his masculine physique on display as he stood naked as a jaybird. A few small scars were noticeable on his body, though the biggest – a burn mark where the word ‘par’ was clearly branded into his abdomen – was concealed. A low growl started in his throat as he watched Bellatrix, in all her glory, running ice over the blonde woman’s throat and licking at the liquid in a rather seductive imitation of a naughty nurse.

Before Catelyn knew what was happening, she was silenced and bound, and Bella was on her way to the wardrobe, leaving Rodolphus alone for only a moment with the now terrified blonde. He leered at her, keeping his gaze directly on her as he moved to where his trousers had been thrown and retrieved his wand. He dragged it along her calf lightly, taunting her as she bucked against her binds to try to get away from him.

Sitting on the foot of the bed, running his hand over their victim’s leg as she silently cried, Rodolphus pulled his approaching wife to him. Holding his wand flat against the small of her back as he kept her close, he pulled his other hand from the blonde’s leg and retrieved the drink Bella had brought him. “Thank you, my darling,” he said as nestled his face into her chest and nipped lightly at the bit of skin visible between the front flaps of her kimono.

Brown eyes flashed back over his shoulder at the restrained and naked woman on the bed as Bella asked what to do with her. “She does like to talk a lot,” he answered thoughtfully. “Perhaps a Glasgow Smile will make it easier for yammer on incessantly when no one fucking cares.” He had yelled the last part of his sentence at the blonde, insinuating that her hours long story had been dreadfully dull and thinking she was rather lucky she was attractive enough to be kept alive long enough for a bit of fun before her death. He turned back to Bellatrix, speaking in a calm yet deep voice once more. “Maybe we could conjure up some rabid dogs and let them play fetch with her eyeballs.” Rodolphus was being outlandish on purpose, trying to frighten the woman even more than she already was. He wouldn’t have brought animals inside this lavish hotel room. If anything, they would take Catelyn’s body into the woods where the wild animals could have fun with her while Rodolphus and Bellatrix shagged under the moonlight. He felt the mattress beneath him move as Catelyn again tried to free herself of the ropes.