The whole point of Tom being home was to take a break from work and spend some well deserved quality time with you but as you laid across the sofa watching Tom through the opened patio door stressing over another new script, you had a feeling there would be no quality time spent together if you didn't intervene.
You stood to your feet and sauntered over to the patio doors until you stood in between the frame. "Why don't you take a break?" you asked softly.
Tom shook his head sighing, his hand running in and out of his hair. "I can't. I've got to read through this." he sighed again.
You rolled your eyes. "But, you're meant to be relaxing and not working."
"Yes, but this needs to be done before I can." he answered not looking away from the pages.
You sighed deeply. "I'm starting to think you don't want to spend any time with me... daddy." you whispered the last word as seductively as you possibly could.
He sighed deeply, lifting his eyes from the words in front of him. "Y/N." he warned softly, going back to reading his script straight away.
"What?" you turned round as you slowly began to push your skirt down, clearing your throat as you did, wanting his attention on you.
"I know what you're doing." Tom sighed looking up.
"I'm not doing anything, daddy." you bit your bottom lip glancing over your shoulder to him. "I'm just, getting comfortable to relax." you let out a small giggle as your skirt fell to the floor. You stepped out of it before you slowly bent down swaying your hips as you picked your skirt up off the floor. You placed it over the arm of the sofa before you slowly began to unbutton your blouse turning back round to face Tom. "Do you like my new underwear, daddy?" you bit your lip.
"Keep talking and you'll be punished." Tom warned you, his voice much deeper than before.
"But daddy, you're not even looking!" you whined, pouting as you stomped your foot. "Why bother even taking time off if you're not going to spend it with m-"
Tom stood to his feet with growl, his chair falling back as he lunged for you. His hand wrapped around your throat causing you to gasp loudly as he pulled you towards him. His lips crashed against yours in a heated, sloppy kiss which he soon took charge of. Tom forced his tongue inside your mouth pulling a deep moan from within you. You reached up with both your hands, wrapping them around his forearm as the pair of you stumbled backwards until you hit the coffee table causing it to scrap across the floor.
"Go to the fucking bedroom, now!" Tom growled against your lips.
He turned round and practically shoved you in the direction of your shared room, his hand crashed down against your lace covered ass cheek causing you to yelp out with surprise. You knew better than to argue with Tom when he was in this mood; your aim had been to push his buttons and boy had you. Tom closely followed you with his eyes glued to you as he unbuttoned his shirt, discarding it along the way. Before you even had chance to place a hand on the bed Tom had grabbed a hold of your hair and pushed you to your knees.
"Ah!" you cried out, the pain causing you pleasure.
Tom let go of your hair and began to unfasten his belt. "Hands." he commanded.
You quickly obeyed, placing your hands in out in front of you. Tom used his belt to bound your hands together before he grabbed a hold of them and lifted you back to your feet.
"You know, how important reading scripts are and yet, you insist on being a little brat for daddy!" Tom growled as he slowly moved you backwards. "You know, daddy hates when you're a little brat, and when you are what happens?" Tom glared down at you, his eyes dark and full of lust.
