RIDDLES PROPERTY

chapter 46

Emelia got a towel and started wiping the liquor off. It only spread more and soaked his clothes. She was persistent in cleaning his pants, but when she looked back up at him he was staring at the ceiling. Tom seemed to be holding back a groan. Emelia realized how hard he'd gotten and took the towel off to reveal a growing erection under his pants. He eyed her, then his boner, and slumped his back onto the wall.

"Go ahead, finish what you started. Aren't so bold now, are we?"

Emelia bit her lip and got on her knees. She hadn't felt this alive in ages. She unzipped his pants and then discarded of his boxers all while keeping her eyes on his eyes.

She took his length into her hands and felt it up and down. To be even more torturous she put it in her mouth. Her tongue teased his slit and he groaned.

"Jesus fuck, Emelia."

Her hand stroked his member and at one point he grabbed her hair. Tom pulled it so hard she let out a whimper. He thrusted into her mouth, fully, and throat fucked her.

"All these months in Azkaban I've been missing this. You worthless fucking prat."

Insults flew at her, one by one.

"I'm not even close. Can Fred do you like this?"

This only encouraged Emelia more. Her head bobbed up and down, rhythmically. He was pulsating inside of her mouth and she felt powerful even with his humiliating comments. Tom could only cum because of her. She paused for a moment and something in her mind switched.

She took her mouth off of him and got up. He was bewildered.

"Get back down and finish.", he insisted.

Emelia started taking off her shirt in a way which Tom thought was too slow. He tried to reach up and rip it off, but she muttered "incarcerous". His hands were bonded behind his back, all of a sudden and his face was filled with rage. She took off her pants and underwear at a slow pace. Tom's face flickered, but she tried not to pay attention to it.

"Eme-"

She put her hand over his mouth to shut him up and he looked as if he were going to kill her. Emelia got on top of him and summoned the bottle of Firewhisky. She took a swig from it. The drunk burned in her mouth and she took the ice cube in her mouth. Her lips reached his chest and he stayed still even when the ice came in contact. Tom's skin was cold, but the ice melted. She watched it turn into water. Emelia got on top of him and straddled him, letting his length in her.

"I like you much better this way."

His jaw clenched, tightly, and she rode him. Emelia was dripping and Tom adjusted himself to fit in her, fully. She let out a quiet moan in his ear and was soaking wet. Emelia was dripping and Tom pressed his lips onto her neck making her overstimulate.

"Just b-because you do me doesn't mean I like you.", she said.

He raised an eyebrow. She was testing his patience, at this point, and he'd let her tie him up.

A part of him was so tame with her that he allowed her to. If it were anyone else they'd be dead by then.

His hands were still tied, but Tom thrusted into her and she threw her head back in pleasure. His abs tensed up and became more defined for a few seconds.

"Do you like me now?"

Emelia heaved and leaned towards his ear, nipping it.

"You feel so good in me, Tom."

He couldn't handle it anymore and came inside of her. Emelia let out a whimper and they finished together with her nails digging into his back. When she went to put her head down on his chest he froze. The ropes binding him fell and he seized them. They found their way around her neck and she lay there with no words.

If anything, she gave him a lazy smile that was even daring him to choke her more.

"I don't like when you do that to me.", he stated.

He was on top of her and slowly loosened it.

"Get ready."

"Why?", she asked.

"If you must know, your faithful husband isn't so faithful."

"Meaning?"

"He's fucking someone else."

Tom had said it so calmly and Emelia's heart stopped.

"No. You can't be telling me this now. Stop it, Tom."

She got up and put on her clothes, quickly.

"You fucked me before you knew. You still love me."

"I never loved you, Tom. Stop it. He isn't cheating and you're bloody horrible. You're a coward who lets me control you."

He stood there as her words pierced his soul. In fact, it broke his soul into several different pieces.