𝓤𝓼𝓮 𝓜𝓮 - 𝓣.𝓜.𝓡

𝙱𝚎 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎

Leilah sat down on her armchair and before she could speak, Riddle was already at her feet, again. "How about we talk about the rules of this household, for you, hmm?"
"Yes, mistress." Tom paled slightly.

"Rule 1: No lies, and no half-truths. Rule 2: You do not enter my bedroom or my study without permission. Rule 3: You can eat and drink, whenever you please, unless I state otherwise. Rule 4: You will be given a room, which you must maintain clean at all times. Rule 5: If I give you an order, I expect you to fulfill it to the best of your ability." Leilah paused letting Riddle absorb the given information.

"Rule 6: I won't use you sexually, because even if you're handsome, I'm not a rapist."

Tom shivered when his mistress used a sultry tone when calling him handsome but sighed in relief when she basically said that it wasn't expected of him to provide her with sexual satisfaction. 'Wait, she thinks I'm handsome?" He blushed a bit.

Tom wasn't accustomed to having women compliment his looks, he knew he was considered hot when he was younger, but he had never met a woman, or man, bold enough to tell him that they thought he was attractive.

"Anyways, with the choice of obeying the rules, comes the choice of disobeying. If you obey you get rewarded – a praise or a gift, it'll depend on the difficulty of the task given – if you disobey, you get punished. Simple as that. Be a good pet for me." Leilah leaned back on the armchair.

"I understand, mistress." Tom whispered.

"Now, I have a few questions." Taking a deep breath, she started the questioning. "Why do you look like this, and not your snake self?"

"It was a glamour I created during the first war, mistress."
"Why did you use it?"

"During the first war, Dumbledore commenced a rumor saying that I looked the way you saw me mistress, and I simply used his idea. It gave me the advantage of going out as I actually was and nobody suspecting that I was Voldemort. And my followers feared me, because I did not look like an average wizard, my mistress."

"Clever pet." Leilah laughed softly when she saw Riddle shiver at the nickname. 'Interesting.'

Leilah petted Riddle's hair once more, occasionally tugging on his curls, enjoying how he released whimpers.

"For how long does your sentence last?"

"I have a live-sentence, mistress."

Leilah hummed in acknowledgment. "Is that why I didn't sign a magical contract?"

"You're correct mistress. Seeing as I have a life-sentence, you have no restrictions in what you can do to me. I am merely a toy for you play with, now." Tom bit his lip to avoid letting out another whimper, or a sigh of satisfaction as his mistress played with his hair. 'Merlin that feels nice. Why didn't I let any of my lovers do that?'

Tom leaned into Leilah's touch, humming in pleasure, and whining when she stopped.

"You're such a curious thing, Riddle." Leilah closed her eyes. Exhaling when she felt Riddle's head rest against her leg.

Tom sighed in content as the soft fingers continued to comb him hair, when he suddenly felt warmth against his face, and started to relax, until realized that armchairs don't provide warmth. Tom quickly jerked away as if burned and gazed to the floor. "I'm sorry mistress, I didn't mean to. Please forgive me."

Leilah chuckled as she looked down at Riddle, lifting her hand she acted oblivious when he flinched away, shaking, and continued to comb through his hair, patiently waiting until he relaxed. With her hand, she guided Riddle's head until it was resting against her leg again. It honestly hadn't bothered her, to begin with.

"Rest, pet, you're tired. We'll continue later."

"Yes mistress." Tom eagerly agreed, and greedily soaked up in the touches his mistress gave him.

At the back of his mind there was a little voice reminding him that he was being pet – like a dog – but couldn't bring himself to care when it felt so nice. It was foreign and confusing but comfortable. He could feel the most indescribable magical sensation, each time the womens fingers touched him.

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"Do you think something went wrong?" Hermione asked her fiancé.

"No, Mione. She probably arrived tired, she'll write soon, ok?" Ron tried to assure the woman.

"It's just, I'm worried Ronald. This is Tom Riddle we're talking about. What if he did something to her? Or if he somehow escaped? Or-? She was cut off by Ron kissing her lips gently. "I'm sorry, I'm probably driving you mad with my rambling."

"If by tonight she hasn't contacted us, we'll look for her."

Hermione sighed but nodded, trying to relax. 'I hope you didn't do something stupid, Leilah.'

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Tom stirred in his sleep and pressed himself to what he assumed was his cell wall. 'Wall aren't this soft or warm.' Tom realized and shot up.

Looking up he saw Pott- no, his mistress, asleep. And he had been resting against her leg.

Tom moved away, earing himself a groan from his mistress who felt the pressure on her leg, suddenly disappear. He did his best to not panic as his mistress hand came in contact with his head. She slowly started to pet him – she had been doing that a lot, he noticed – which slowly made his tense shoulders relax and had him leaning against her legs again.

Tom observed his mistress and noticed all the changes she had since The Battle of Hogwarts. Her hair had grown longer and seemed tamer, she finally lost her baby fat – that was long overdue –, she didn't have the scar he gave her all those years ago, the scars on her arms were healed – except one on her right arm that seemed new, he noticed –, she was now curvier, she grew a few inches too. All in all, she looked gorgeous. She looked like she a normal seventeen old, except she was now twenty.

He also noticed that her hands were very soft when they weren't acting like a weapon.

Tom was lost in his thought and wasn't particularly aware of his surroundings until a tug on his curls brought him back to reality.

"What are you thinking about?" His mistress questioned.

"Nothing important, mistress."

"Tom- "His mistress warned, obviously noticing that he was indeed thinking about something.

"Just noticing the changes in you since we last met, mistress." He admitted with a faint blush, uncomfortable.

"Ah, I see. Tell me then, what do you think of my appearance?" She teased.

"You're um- "

"I what?" She leaned down until their faces where close.

"You're beautiful, mistress." His voice was shaky, obviously nervous.

She leaned back, leaving Riddle's personal space. "Thank you, pet." Her voice had humor in it. "I'm glad you approve."

Tom stayed quiet as his mistress watched him with amusement. He wanted to squirm under her gaze, it was uncomfortable.

Finally deciding to grant Riddle mercy, Leilah stood up. "I'll prepare dinner, anything you're allergic to?" She looked down at Riddle who remained on the floor

"Not that I remember, mistress." He muttered in reply.

"If you do remember, tell me." Leilah ordered and started to walk out.

'Why, so that you feed it to me?' Tom thought bitterly, ignoring the fact that Leilah hadn't actually treated him wrong. 'It's just an act, she'll curse me sooner or later.'

"Oh, and Riddle, feel free to explore the house or something." She finally disappeared from his view.