What's a Riddle?

Roxanne

       | Warning: This chapter has some mentions of trauma, and there is some minor sexual content. If you're sensitive to any of these topics. Either read with caution, or go to the next chapter. It's not my intention to trigger anyone in anyway. |

  Whenever I look into Tom's eyes, I lose myself when thinking about him. Yes, I do love him because he's the only one who truly cares about me. Never in my life have I ever felt comfort from a boy. I always saw in most people's eyes that they were hostile, and would let me go off the rails. But I can tell he wouldn't let anyone hurt me. Although I'm glad he doesn't want this to be a relationship. I mean it would be nice, but I'm still scared I might hurt him. I know this sounds bad. But I keep having this feeling that I'm going to hurt him, and it's going to be bad. I would never want to hurt him, but I can tell I will which makes me break down. I feel like I've hurt too many people in my life, and it hurts me to think I'll hurt another one. Tears started rolling down my eyes. "Roxy?" I jumped to see Tom in the doorway to the bathroom. I wiped my tears away, and tried to control myself. "Yes?" "Is everything alright?" "Yeah, I'm just having a bad day." He walked over to me, and sat down right beside me. "Do you want to talk about it?" "Not really. No." "That's fine with me. I just want to make sure you're alright." "Well I'm pretty sure you have those days where everything feels like it's going to go wrong." "My whole life has been like that." "Yeah, and that's what I'm feeling right now. And I don't exactly know to you handle it." "Overtime it gets easier, and easier to deal with. You just have to let it sink in, and let it control you." I looked at him with tears flowing in my eyes not knowing how to tell him what's really wrong. " If I let it sink in. It will destroy me." "I've done it, and look how well I turned out." I let out a little chuckle as I watching him tilt his head like a little puppy. He even gave me puppy dog eyes. "Come here, darling." I slowly crawled into his lap straddling him, while his hands held onto my back. "Tell me what's really on your mind." From this point it was almost impossible to hold my tongue on what I was thinking. "I'm just worried I'll hurt you." He looked up at me, and softly smiled. "You won't be able to hurt me darling. I'm worried I'll hurt you." "You can't hurt me Tom." "And you can't hurt me." My thoughts on hurting him started to ease. His words spoke so softly, and they made so much sense. He brought me into a hug, and let me play with his hair. "Why does your hair look better all messed up?" "I don't know." "I need your secret." "Well I have many secrets, but not about hair. It's just simple water and soap." "That's what I do. You're just better looking clearly." "I think you are." "Come on now don't get all soft on me." "Why do you want rough?" "I always want rough." "You're fucking crazy." "I learn from the best." "Very funny. It's time to get some sleep." He picked me up, and brought me to his room. He got dressed, and brought me to bed. "Tom?" "Yes love?" "Can I be top again?" He didn't even say another word, and dragged my legs around him. I was on top of him while he was looking up at me. "Sure."
     He removed his pants, and I took off my shorts and tank top. He grabbed a hold on my hips, and forced me back and forth while I tried to move my back in riding momentum. He moved his hips up to mine while continuing to rock my hips back and forth. I was breathing a little heavier, and I started to arch my back. I made my movements faster, and he grabbed my neck and bit down on the side. I let out a small moan, as I continued to ride him. I was fucking obsessed with this, and the emotions. I'm not the most obsessed with sex. But I can say that if you find someone who can exceed your expectations. It's honestly impossible to ignore the fact that you love having sex with them. He sat up a little, and started to slam into me. I guess he wanted to change dominance which I didn't mind. As we were both thrusting, I heard a small voice echo from the kitchen. "Tom?!" The random voice said. Tom looked at the bedroom door, and jumped up. "Shit!" "Who is that?" "It's one of the people I work for." "What should I do?" "Get dressed quickly, and act like you hate me." I did as he said and quickly got dressed, while he was rushing to make himself more presentable. He even made the bed quickly. I ran to one of the corners pretending to be scared. As Tom was rushing to looking rich. The random voice came closer to the room. "Tom, are you here?" "In here!" A man came into the room, and he was in all black. He didn't look anything like Tom. He was dressed in baggy black clothes that look like they've never been washed. His face was clean, but his eyes were dead. As if he wasn't alive, and they cleaned his face before burying him. Except they left him in some shitty outfit. "How are you Tom?" "Fine thank you." The man turned to me. "You're still keeping Sirius Black's daughter here?" "Well my father hasn't given me any new orders." "Yeah he's been busy with other things. He told me to come check to see if everything was in order. So what's going on here?" "She tried to escape, and I'm trying to scare her." "Well it looks like it's working. Well I'll leave you alone then. I'll see you when this whole thing is taken care of." "Bye. Good seeing you." Tom went out of the room with the man, and came back a few minutes later. "Sorry about that darling." "Who is that?" "Oh he works for my father." "Your father is Voldemort right?" "Yes." "I heard they force you to get death eater marks. Why don't you have one?" "I was able to convince him that I didn't want one." "Well that's impressive." "Yeah. Do you want to continue?" "Obviously." He smiled, and I walked over to the bed.