Forget Me Not

Take Me Apart, Piece Me Back Together

warnings: smut, mild exhibitionism, dom!tom, a wee bit of fluff

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"You want me to stay, sweet girl?" Tom asked, his thumb pressing under your chin and tilting your head up to look at him. Your legs fit snugly on the sides of his as he sat back in the chair.

"Does it look like I want you to go anywhere? Does it feel like I want you to go anywhere?" You ground down against him, your wetness quickly gathering to make a spot against his dark dress pants.

"Fuck," Tom grunted, "you're mine. Knew it from the moment I laid eyes on you in that innocent little dress." Tom picked you up, carrying you over to your bed and dropping you onto it. He stepped back to watch as you spread your legs, your fingers running along your sheets before gripping them in your hands.

He was watching you like a predator stalking his prey as he toed his socks off.

"You've been eyeing me up all night. On your knees for me, teasing me..." Tom settled between your legs, grabbing at your calves to pull your ass flush with the edge of the bed.

"Not like you didn't like it," you murmured, propping yourself up on your elbows as Tom slapped your thigh.

"Fuck," you hissed, head falling back onto the bed as your elbows gave out.

"Let's get one thing clear, sweet girl." Tom's lips moved along the skin of your thigh, tongue peeking out to lap at your wetness gathered there.

"I'm in charge here," Tom's voice was clear and commanding, rumbling up your body, and making your stomach tighten.

You whimpered while Tom spread your legs wider, his fingers tracing your folds.

"Who's in charge?" Tom demanded while his thumb teased your clit.

"You! You, Tom, fuck, you're in charge." You gasped when you felt his tongue dipping into your hole, lapping at your wetness as his nose bumped against your clit.

You could feel his smile against you as he continued to eat you out. Between gasps and moans you pleaded with him to let you come. Your head was spinning when Tom's tongue swirled around your clit, his hands busying themselves undoing his gold cuff-links, dropping them into his pocket with ease.

Quite the multitasker.

He hurriedly pushed his suit jacket off his arms, before his nimble fingers unbuttoned his shirt when you reached the first of many orgasms of the night.

Tom worked with one hand palming himself over his boxers, while the other hand was occupied with two fingers curled inside of you.

He watched you, growing harder as your cunt twitched, greedily clenching around his fingers.

He drew out the aftershocks of your orgasm, not letting up as he rubbed against your sweet spot. He was mesmerized by the shaking in your thighs, the small whines and half choked out attempts of his name falling from your lips.

"Oh my god," you cried out again as his teeth grazed your clit, another orgasm ripped through every atom in your body.

"That's it, look at you, beautiful," Tom mused before leaning over you, his glistening fingers in front of your face.

"So filthy, dripping down my fingers. Go on, clean them off." His other hand grabbed your jaw while he shoved his fingers dripping with your arousal into your mouth. You moaned at your taste, choking slightly as he pushed them further into your mouth. He pulled them out with a wicked grin, smearing some of the excess spit across your cheek.

"If you don't fuck me right now, I'm kicking you out."

Tom fell silent as he stood up, eyes darkening as he slowly took his belt off.