Monster From Hell | Tom Riddle

fifty six

I couldn't forget about that night. No matter how hard I tried to stop thinking about it, I just couldn't. The constant thought of his diary lingered in my head for what seemed like days.

Something had to be in that diary of his. Something secretive, something he didn't want me to know.

I knew for myself I had to find out what was in that diary, but I couldn't. Tom would absolutely kill me if he knew I was trying to see his diary.

I figured that if I find out, the thoughts would stop lingering in my mind.

Weeks since the accident passed by. It was now late April. The snow has disappeared, the flowers blossomed from under the ground. The school year was starting to get to it's last stretch before the summer holiday.

"Class dismissed." Proffesor Slughorn announces as he finishes his lesson. I grabbed my books and looked over at Tom, who was sitting next to me, not moving a muscle.

"You coming?" I asked.

"Yeah, I'll catch up with you in a bit." He tells me. I walked out of the classroom and down the halls to the Slytherin common room. The common room was filled with students everywhere, so I just decided to go up to Tom's dorm just to hang out until he got back.

I lied on his bed in boredom, wondering to myself on what I should do.

"Hey," I heard the sound of the door swinging open. Tom was in the doorway, his school stuff in his hands.

"Hey," I said back boardly, he starts talking over towards the bed. He flops down on his back next to me, "So, what do you want to do?" He asks.

"I don't know." I shrugged, "Why?"

"What? What do you mean by why?" He asks me.

"Why did you ask me what I wanted to do?" I explained.

"You looked bored." He simply said, putting his hands behind his head.

"Because I am." I mumbled.

"Well..." I felt his hand touch mine, intertwining our fingers together, "We have some time before dinner. I'd say we do something.

"Like what? What do you have in mine?" I looked at him, confused on what he was doing.

"God, you're so innocent sweetheart." He whispered to me while leaning towards my ear. His lips brushed up against the back of my ear, softly and quietly moaning. His hands traveled to the roots of my hair, gripping and pulling tightly, "I love it."

He throws me down onto the center of the bed, his hand glued around my throat. The other hand was holding my jaw, stroking his thumb over my lips.

"Lets have some fun angel." He said while pulling his shirt above his head, revealing his pale chest. He threw his shirt to the floor and started unbuttoning my shirt, he looked up at me with a smirk.

"You like that huh? You like when I take your shirt off?" He asks me. He throws my shirt onto the floor along with his. His hands slowly travel up and down my chest, stopping at my breasts. His hands gently massage them, his cold metal rings run up against my heated skin.

"Please..." I whispered.

"Please what angel? What do you want daddy to do? What can daddy do to give you pleasure?" He asks while continuing to massage my breasts. He leans down to my neck. His hot breath hits my skin.

He places his lips on my skin, carefully kissing and sucking at the skin. Which would definitely leave a mark that would last about a week.

He continues down my neck to my collarbone, down near my breasts. Small moans and whimpers of pleasure and delight escape my lips as I feel his euphoric touch.

"Don't cover up tomorrow darling." He tells me while lying a finger on one of the hickies on my neck, "I need everyone to know that you're mine. Understood?"

I nodded my head.

"Use you're words, sweetheart." He whispered, "Your words."

"Yes, daddy."

"Good. Good girl." He smiled while his lips trial down to my stomach, leaving mark after mark. Kiss after kiss. Moans of desire filled the room.

He then trails down to my skirt.(or pants if you prefer.) His hands slowly run up my thighs, getting closer to my clit.

"Mmmm...you're so tight down there. Aren't you? Hm?" He chuckled while pulling down my skirt to my ankles, "You're so pretty. Especially when you're being fucked." He smirked while pulling down my lingerie down with my skirt. With his hand, he began to rub my clit, in a slow pattern, "So wet down there for me. Fuck, I'm in love with you. I love you so much angel."

"I love you." I moaned out.

He stopped rubbing and started sticking his fingers inside of me. I let out a loud moan as Tom continues and in and out pattern. In, out, In out.

"You're so close baby, so fucking close." He whispered, "Cum for me darling. Now."

I let out one last moan of pleasure as I released.

"Oh fuck..." Tom groans while licking of his fingers, "Fuck you're so good."

Tom flopped down next to me on the bed, his arms around my waist. His thumbs carefully caressed my hips.

"Don't cover all of these tomorrow. I need everyone to know that you're mine. And mine only." He tells me while pointing to a hicky on my neck, "Or else you will be punished. Understood?"

"I won't." I mumbled while climbing onto his lap, I cuddled up to his check, resting my face in the crock of his neck. He carefully stroked my back with his fingers, whispering to me on how I was so good and how much he loved me.

"We should go down to dinner." I told him while getting of his chest. I picked up my clothes from off the ground as I begin to put them on.

"I wanna stay up here." He tells me, "With you."

"Well I want to eat," I told him while buttoning up my shirt, covering my bare chest, "Are you coming with me."

He sighed while getting off the bed and picking his shirt up off the ground. He throws it on, "I suppose."

Ayo I'm back from my break 😎