Summary: you are willing to learn anything
Warnings: Smut, fingering, +18, choking, skirting, dark!Tom, dirty talking
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I've literally didn't take my head from my head, since I was with last time I was with him
"you can't break my rules, darling"
Rules...
I mean Tom definitely knew about the world of pleasure, after all, he is the leader of a pretty damn big mafia family. He has slept with billions of chicks or dicks? Who knows? When it came to sex he apparently knew everything about it while I barely know 2 positions. And now there were rules. Rules of pleasure? I never heard them, which made me feel so dumb and... vanilla. I felt so stupid when it came to sex with him because he knew... everything, and I was only receiving the pleasure. I want to give it back to him and understand his world and likes.
I was scared that I would do everything wrong or that I would never get to pleasure him as he does to me. Love is supposed to go both ways, that I give to him and he gives to me, but I feel so selfish not giving anything back. I feel insecure, never knowing what to give to him or never really knowing how to help him if he is stressed or anything. What if he thinks I don't love him the way I do-
"Darling" he calls out breaking my thoughts and making me look at him next to me
"hm?"
"you're stressed" he stated looking at me worried and sadly
"me? no. I'm not stressed. just.... thinking"
"you're the worst liar ever!" he laughs and I just turn red and get slightly disappointed in myself. I should learn to lie better, to be more smooth while talking to others, because what happens if I get kidnaped and they can tell I'm lying and they will kill me-
"Y/n!" he calls loudly and I just jump scared as he, again, interrupts my thoughts.
"yes?" I smile at him trying to prove to him that I'm fine, but then again I'm a horrible liar.
"Okay, I can't do this. let's go" tom stands up and takes my hand and literally drags me to his bedroom.
As we get there, my throat twists itself and makes a knot that starts to grow tighter and tighter with the step I walk toward the whole mansion. We get to his room and he instantly sits on the bed and pats a place next to him where I sit and fidget with my fingers peeling off the cheap nail polish.
"Tell me what's wrong"
I looked at him in shock and inhaled sharply, but none of that oxygen got into my lungs. I tried to think of the most reasonable way to decline his demand and when I finally got the words I just said them without thinking.
"I don't feel very comfortable talking about it... with you"
"do- do I make you uncomfortable?" his face falls and he looks scared
shit
"NO! no of course no! I just..." I inhale trying to calm down and look at him " I don't feel comfortable saying it... to your face.... does that sound weird? I'm sorry. Am I just would feel more comfortable if I could just send you a text, or like an email, anything you would like I don't care-"
"I get it" he looked to the floor and I could see his jaw clench and he was trying not to frown.
"you do?" I asked surprised
"you don't love me anymore" he stands up and looks down at me and sighs "I understand"
He started rambling and slowly walking toward the door but I was quicker and covered the door placing both of my hands on the frame not allowing him to keep going
