What's a Riddle?

Roxanne

      | Warning: This chapter has strong sexual content. If you're sensitive to this either read with caution, or go to the next chapter. You could also find another book to read. It's not my intention to trigger anyone. |

           I got dressed into some sweatpants, and a black tank top. I even made myself look presentable, and more like me. I put on some eyeliner, and wore my black killer boots. After I was done getting ready I heard my door open, and I saw Tom in another one of his expensive suits. "I know you like the things I got you." "No, I don't." "Are you able to say thank you?" "Are you able to set me free?" "I asked you first." "Not unless you completely blow me away. Now answer my question." "I already told you I can set you free because it's not an order." "I'll escape one day." "Just because you killed the basilisk doesn't mean it will be easier to escape." "Why? Did you put another creature by the front door?" "No. But you won't be able to open the door because there is no door handle. You need a special code to open the door, and it's in another language." "I know a few languages." "This one language is something you don't know." "What's that supposed to mean?" He gave me an evil smirk, and grabbed my arm to drag me to the dining room. "What the hell?!" "Do you know Parseltongue?" "No. What's that have to do with anything?" "Never mind. Here's breakfast." What I don't understand is how he can go from being an normal, and then being mysterious. He also can go from nice to mean, or the other way around.
While I was eating, Tom he was acting so normal where he wasn't saying anything. He didn't even insult me or look at me. "Are you just going to sit there and not talk?" "Do you want me to talk?" "No, not really. But why aren't you talking?" "Is talking a requirement at the table?" "Well why aren't you taking?" "I'm talking now." "That's not the point." "Then what is the point?" "Never mind Tom." "What did you want to say?" "Nothing!" "Say it!" I grabbed my fork, and tried to stab his throat, but he grabbed a hold of me and threw me on the table. All the plates and glasses fell off the table. The table was completely cleaned off from the little fight we had. Even the napkins were off the table. I dropped the fork once he threw me on the table, and he pinned my arms down to the side. "Can you stop trying to kill me with utensils?" "Stop pissing me off." I tried to get up, but he kept me down so I couldn't move. I kept grunting, and fidgeting. "You need to calm the fuck down." "I fucking hate you!" He leaned over my face, and looked me dead in the eyes. "Trust me...I fucking hate you too." I stopped fidgeting, and looked at him as well. "Don't fucking try darling." I kept looking at him as well as his body. His hands were pinning me down, and his chest was above me. His knees were touching mine, and his eyes pierced through me. I started to think about last night again, and I couldn't help myself. I brought my face up to his, and kissed him. When I put my head back down on the table, he looked at me with a confused look. "Umm..sorry." I said while looking at him. His confused expression turned into a numb expression. He didn't even say anything. He crashed his lips onto mine, and climbed onto the table. He grabbed my arms and lifted them above my head. He stopped kissing me and let go of my hands. I saw him sit up a little while he was looking at me. He unbuttoned his shirt, and took it off showing his muscles. He went back down to me, and started to make out with me again. He removed my top for me, and my sweatpants. I was only in a bra and panties while I was underneath him. "How many guys have you slept with?" "I've never been laid." He looked up at me with a smirk. "Really?" "Yeah." Once I replied he grabbed my legs and spread them. He lowered down to my panties and started to kiss my thighs. My breathing got a little louder, and he started to kiss my clit with my knickers still on. "Oh fuck!" He ripped them away, and started to make out with my fucking clit. I arched my back while letting out small moans. He slid his body up my figure, and returned back to my mouth. He started to kiss my neck, and he slightly bit down on my neck. It hurt a little, but it also felt really good. He sat back up again, and I could hear his belt unbuckle. I sat up and saw him undo his zipper. A few seconds after that he exposed his dick to me. My eyes widened at the size of it, and he chuckled a little. He grabbed my neck and pushed me back down on the table. "Don't expect me to go soft and easy on you. Just because you're a virgin doesn't mean I won't go rough." "Fine." He smirked at my response, and immediately slammed into me. The second he slammed into me my neck and back arched which took him in more. I also let out a moan with it. Once he was fully inside of me, he thrusted in and out really fast. He still had his hand on my neck keeping me in place while he was making out with me. His other hand was touching me all over the place. He was going really rough on me, and I really enjoyed it. I decided to have a little fun with my first time. I saw that he was watching me while he was fucking me. So I opened my mouth, closed my eyes, arched my back, and my neck while panting and moaning. Once I did that he went harder, and I arched my back even more. My breathing became more rapid, and I could feel his sweat meeting mine. I was so close to finishing, and so was he. All of a sudden we finished at the same time, and I could hear Tom grunting. He slowly pulled out of me, and pulled me up. I saw him get dressed, and I got dressed too. "You should take a shower. It was your first time you're most likely going to need to clean up." "That was the best fucking thing I've ever experienced." "I have work to do. Please don't bother me." I went up to him and kissed him on the neck. Once I did he grabbed my neck violently, and kissed me. "Enjoy your shower, darling." He let go of me, and I walked to the shower. I undressed again, and hoped into the hot water and steam. I always thought my first time would be horrible. Most people will think their first time will be amazing, but all my life I thought it would be horrible. I was wrong. It was fucking amazing. He was so fucking good at sex. I wanted to do it again, but I started to remember that he was still my kidnapper.
"Roxy!!" Tom yelled. "What?" "Are you ok? You were thrashing a lot in your sleep." I realized I was in bed, and that I fell asleep...it was a fucking dream. "I'm fine." "Are you sure?" "Yes." "I have to get back to work. Try to calm down." When be left I realized I had a fucking sex dream about Tom. "What the fuck?" The worst part is..I enjoyed it.