Family Ties - Tom x Mattheo x Reader (Cassandra)

Chapter Three

Tom

When my father told me and my brother that he was marrying someone he admired from school we didn't object, he never showed any true affection to anyone, even our mother. She was a means to produce heirs for him. Although she died when we were both young. A complication that couldn't be avoided. Our father tried his best, I mean luckily we had Narcissa Malfoy for help, she is the closest thing to a mother we could ever had. Then we met Iris. Oddly I took to her straight away, she was timid at first. She explained she had a daughter Mattheo's age and that her husband was controlling but nothing more of him was said. I know my father killed him and fed him to Nagini.

Then they moved in. I was reserved at it was quite soon. The more I got to know Iris the more I grew to think of her as a mother as well. I mean the woman can cook. She soon came out of her shell and took no shit from my dad which I find hilarious. She is literally the woman he should have been with from the start. He explained that couldn't have happened due to her father already betrothing her and the fact he was hell bent on his mission. So the timing wasn't great. Seeing how they are together is amazing, I am glad he is happy. Regardless of my attitude, I know I am a moody prick, that's just my personality. I have never been social.

When I first laid eyes on Cassandra that evening, her beauty hit me, although I will never admit it. I always had girls trying to get my attention, I saw them as a quick fuck that's it, but her. Fuck. Her short blonde hair frames her face perfectly. She is extremely thin, guessing her father had something to do with that. Even now she only eats small portions, but she does eat it all. Some small grace I suppose. When I found out she had a panic attack when she heard me and Mattheo arguing I did feel guilty but my ego couldn't take it, hence me lashing out, which again spiralled her. What the fuck happened to her. I notice she only accepts comfort off her mother. I know my father is desperate to give her the fatherly love she clearly craves, hell even Nagini notices something, the way she comforts Cassandra is another level.

I see her talking to my brother, the sun hitting her face, highlighting her beauty more. He leaves her to go get changed, I linger around to see what she does next. She clearly drifts in her own mind, then she is in the pool.

She is drowning. Fuck.

I dive in after her and bring her to the side of the pool. She is passed out, I give her mouth to mouth and pump her chest, trying not to put my weight onto her as I will probably snap her like a twig. She spurts out water, which is a good sign. She opens her eyes and realises what has happened. "why did you touch me!" oh fuck. "you shouldn't have touched me" trauma response. "Unfortunately doll I had no choice, I am sorry but if I didn't you would be dead right now and believe it or not I am fond of you" her expression softens slightly. "no, I am sorry. I uhh just don't like men touching me." Now the pieces are fitting together. "Father hit you didn't he?" her eyes widen. She goes to speak but no words come out. "I won't press you, I get this is a lot to take in, but you have my word I will only touch you with your permission or if it's life or death ok?" she nods.

I hold out a hand to help her up, to my surprise she does take it. I help her up and walk her to her room. I open the door and sit her on the bed. I go into her bathroom and run her a bath. "Come, you need to get warm and wash the chlorine from your hair." She responds to my words, I leave her to change and she gets in the tub, the bubbles ingulfing her frame. "I will leave you to wash ok" I go to leave. "Tom?" I peer my head around the door. "Stay please, just in case I have another flashback and slip under" I nod in response. Her bathroom is my old one. I sit on the side of the bath behind her, squirting some of her shampoo and massage her scalp. I am surprised she is letting me do this. I grab the hand held shower and rinse off and grab the conditioner. Once I have rinsed that I leave her to wash her body and get changed. She comes out in some loungewear. "Thank you for that, I appreciate it" she sits on her bed and gets  out a journal.

"You write to?" she nods she doesn't write much then tucks it under her pillow. "I write whenever I get a flashback or panic attack, it they get more regular I need to go back on my meds, not that they do much help" I see tears forming in her eyes. I close the gap on the bed I wipe a stray one away, she flinches slightly then leans into my hand, "medication only dulls the senses, writing helps but talking is the best way forward. I may not be much of a talker but I am a good listener." She smiles.

"My father always beat the shit out of me and my mother, he also threw me in out pool a month before he was killed, he knew I never learned how to swim. Seeing my mother now is like looking at a different person, she found her voice and I couldn't be happier. But me, I am still that frightened little girl. I don't want to be." I sit in front of her. "did he ever, force himself on you" why the fuck have I asked that, she shook her head and I relax a bit more. "He wanted to but my mum offered herself up instead. He never saw me as his daughter. So in his head he didn't matter if he de flowered me as he called it" she scratches her arm and I can see old scars that have healed. She catches  me looking and pulls her sleeve down. "It's ok if you used to cut, just don't do it anymore ok?" she nods again. Why is this turning me on, she is so submissive, and knowing she is still a virgin make it worse. The things we could do together is unreal.

Then she does something that is out of character. She takes my hand, I see that she has shocked herself. She scoots closer and kisses my cheek. "Thank you Tom, I don't really want to die. I haven't really lived." I feel a smile creep up on my face. I plant a kiss on her forehead and leave. I go to my room and take a shower.

My cock is rock hard. I think of her, submitting to me fully, taking her innocence. I start stroking my throbbing erection, imagining it is her. Me teaching her how I like it. Her on her knees before me, fucking her throat to the point she can barely breathe. Shit. I feel my orgasm building quickly, then I burst over the tiles of my shower. This girl will be the death of my and she doesn't even know it yet.