Tom Riddle's View On Love

Part 7

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An Evening of Smut

You bite down on your bottom lip slowly shaking your head back and fourth. "Sorry Tommy... I don't think I can be a good girl and listen" You put down your book smiling up at him cocking an eyebrow at him. He grabbed a hold of you by the wrist yanking you in in one single motion. He quickly walks away not giving you a chance to catch up as he tugs you with him. He pulls you back and into the restricted section of the library. He drops your hand wrapping a hand around your throat. His voice is low filled with venom eats away at him, "I have handled more than enough of your brat behavior. It looks like you have earned a punishment" You smirk at him licking your tip lip as you grin wide.

He growls reaching up grabbing a book on the dark arts. "Raise your arms" When you don't he bites down on your earlobe hard till you wince, "I said raise your arms" You listen stretching your arms up tall. His voice grits out the words slowly, "Hold this, don't drop it, don't lower your arms, or your punishment will only get worse" He slowly licked your aching earlobe smirking, "Do you understand?" You nod your head gripping your hands around the sides of the book.

He chokes you a little harder bitting down your chin, "Use your words" You take a deep breath blinking letting your eyes flutter at him. "Yes Tommy, I understand. I will not drop or lower the book" Something flashes in his eyes gritting out the words "Fucking whore! I swear...you are going to pay" He flicks his wand making the buttons on your shirt come undone. He flips you around so your bra covered tits rest on the book shelf. You hold the leather of the book pressing your fingers down into the leather.

He yanks the back of your skirt up tugging at the material of your underwear up high. It pushes and stinges against your ass and cunt. "T-tom". He chuckles as he pulls the fabric harder against your clit till you hear the ripping of fabric. "Count for me" He shoves your underwear in his pocket.

His hand slaps across your ass. The sting warms the skin. Your voice is soft, "One"

His hand slaps across your ass in the same spot. The sting does more than just warm the skin. You feel a slight ache as something needy and wet forms between your thighs. "Two"

He bites down on your neck till you gasp in pain. "My little slut-" Slap. Slap. The sting causes your chest to shake against the book case. You feel tears drip down your cheek slowly. "Three... F-Four... I am sorry Tom, I am so sorry"

He rubs his hand slowly on the sensitive skin, as he pulls back again. Thwack. A smack on your ass. You cry out in pain your knees shaking a little bit. "Five!"

His eyes rake over your body as he kisses the bite. He slowly massages his tongue into the mark sucking. You gently moan against the contrast of pain and pleasure. His voice is low and warm against your neck. "What are you not going to call me?"

Your voice shakes as you whisper, "Tommy" He growled out slapping your ass. He doesn't hold back as his hand comes hard down against the skin. You feel the skin sting and welp up under his hand. "Six..six... im not going to call you Tommy"

He smirks against the skin pressing his lips into the skin gently massaging before pulling away. He uses his thighs to spread your legs before so they are shoulder length apart. Your arms ache as you hold on to the book. He slides a hand up rubbing against your clit. He pulls his hand back slapping your pussy once, twice, three, and four times. "Seven....eight...nine...TEN!"

He falls down to his knees smirking wide. His mouth presses into the red mark where his hand had taught you a lesson. "Remind me, what did you learn again?" Your voice is shaking as you tightly close your eyes. "I learned that I am never going to call you Tommy. I am not going to be a brat and I am going to listen to you and only you"