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A/N: here is part 2 I hope you think I did it justice! And sorry for any mistakes I may have made or missed. And sorry if anyone doesn't think it lives up to expectations!

Hermione POV

I am a fucking lunatic, I am unhinged with the need to come. It's been hours since he touched me, and I am going bat shit crazy around the bend.

And he's just sitting there in his bloody winged back chair, with a tumbler of whiskey like he has all the time in the freaking world.

God I just want him to touch me, ravage me, make me orgasm damn it. Why isn't he touching me?

I strain against the restraints he has placed around my wrists and ankles, I must look like a woman possessed writhing on the bed. I just can't get any relief. He is pushing me to the brink. I need to focus on something anything other than the pulsing ache between my legs.

Fuck finally he stands up. Puts his whiskey down, never breaking eye contact. He slowly unbuttons each button on his dress shirt, taking his time, unhurried. Watching his long expert fingers skilfully manipulate the buttons, is tantalizing. How he makes a mundane task seem erotic is just astounding, and it lays claim to the type of man he is.

Tom Riddle has an animal magnetism that is undeniable. He is a commanding presence, a force of nature. The way he is looking at me as he undresses it's like he is already inside me…. It is scary, it holds me prisoner. The revelation rocks me to the core.

He owns me

Just like he said he would when we first started doing this.

Removing the last vestiges of clothing from his porcelain skin, it's like an unveiling. He is the most beautiful man, tall thin but muscular, even without his wand he is still deadly and could beat a man death if so inclined. His defined chest had a smattering of dark curls, not dissimilar to the luscious curls upon his head.

The strong jawline and high cheeks bones, along with his long eyelashes and dark eyebrows completed his regal classical look. I'd imagine thousands of years ago he would have been worshipped and immortalised in marble statues.

He approached the bed, leaning over me so I could feel the blazing warmth of his skin, but far enough away not to touch me, I arched my back trying to get any form of contact.

"Uh uh uhhh No pet, not allowed. You know the rules", he grabbed my jaw, squeezing it harshly. It made my eyes water, I let out a small whimper.

Running his nose along my neck he whispered in my ear,

"You smell exquisite pet", he licked my neck drawing out the action. I gasped, reigniting the fire in my veins that was momentarily dimmed, from his grip on my jaw.

"What this night is about is to remind you Hermione, you are mine and no one else. No other man will touch you is that clear?". I stared wide eyed, the possessiveness apparent in his voice rendered me speechless.

" .Clear?", he hopped up on to the bed straddling me, placing one hand around my throat, squeezing enough to let me know that it was a warning. I'm not entirely sure where this was coming from, but he seemed angry and irrationally jealous. In the months we've been doing this I haven't even thought about being with another man, we never explicitly said we were 'dating', but I just assumed 'exclusivity' was a given. Then my mind conjured up the imagine of him in my office when he picked up the picture of Ron, I closed my eyes, he must have assumed I still had feelings for my ex-fiancé.

"Yes, Tom", I managed to get out from my constricted throat. It was so quiet I'm surprised he heard it.

"Excellent pet. Now have you been with anyone since Ron?". I knew this was the next question but I still felt offended he would assume I would just sleep around. I narrowed my eyes to let him know I did not appreciate it.

"No Tom, only you. I'm not some harlot that just sleeps around" I spat. He removed the hand from around my throat and lent back on his haunches being careful not to directly touch me. Prat.

"There she is, my angry girl is back", His face was blank but his eyes sparkled with humour or amusement and a slight twitch of the muscles on the left side of his sensuous kissable mouth.

I huffed and turned my head.

"Did you think about me pet, in those last few months before you left Ron? Did you fantasize about me touching you? Did you touch yourself thinking about me? Did you need to think about me to get off while you were fucking Ron? ", He was practically purring, he knows what that voice does to me. It liquifies my insides. I turn to mush. I feel myself flush again, my breathing quickens. He leans down again so we are face to face, he is purposely close enough that my harden peaks just touch his chest hair.

Asshole

I stare into pupil blown eyes and I feel myself drowning in them.

"Yes…yes I did", A triumphant smile breaks his stoic façade. Yet he does nothing.

Nothing

He enjoys teasing me and he knows it's driving me up the proverbial wall. I don't want to give in, but I am on my last thread of sanity. I don't know how long we were like that, 30 seconds or 10 minutes.

"Oh, for the love of pink cotton candy Tom, why aren't you touching me?!" I burst out suddenly, breaking the silence.

He laughs, the prick actually laughs at my misfortune.

"I'm waiting for you", I have no indication what he is thinking.

"What are you waiting for? For me to pick up unicycling?", I was turned on as all hell, exasperated, angry and confused. I was a bundle of entangled emotions.

He moves back up on to his haunches again. Again, no touching of the extremely worked up woman underneath him.

Poke

Poke? Poke!

"There I'm touching you", he smirks, like he has some plan already half way worked out in his head.

Poke

I look at him like he's suddenly mentally handicapped.

Poke

Tom POV

She's like a fucking goddess writhing on the bed in some sort of erotic dance, made to drive me to the brink of insanity.

It's hypnotic

I can smell her arousal, she would be mortified by that of course. But I love her smell and she tastes like salted caramel.

My mouth begins to water.

Her body Is flushed a perfect pink, her hair fanned out around her, her chest heaving, pupils blown, she is a panting hot mess of pent up sexual frustration.

It is glorious

That aside, seeing that photo of the ginger idiot triggered something in me. An over possessiveness, that I would not normally reveal. Feelings…. I wouldn't normally admit too.

Jealousy

It makes me angry that I feel that.

It makes me angry that she makes me feel that.

I want to hurt her, so I squeeze

I momentarily consider ending it, ending her. Ending these… feelings.

But the thought of her being with anyone else, letting other men see her as I see her now, prevents me from doing it.

It gives me a sick satisfaction that she thought of me while screwing another man. That she thought of me while touching herself.

I'm waiting for her to finally give in and beg me to touch her, she's a time bomb waiting to go off and I want her primed and ready.

So, I poke her, just to rile her up. Yes, I'm a bastard.

I want her relaxed for what I have planned, it gives me a thrill that I'm going to scare the shit out of her, but I know she will enjoy it.

I begin with my poking finger, to draw patterns around her abdomen, up around the globes of her perfect breasts and then back down again. I repeat, I want her to get used to the pattern for when I change it up.

Her little sighs and the crackling of the fire are the only sounds in the room. I could listen to her sex noises constantly, maybe I should make a sound recording next time.

She is my weakness. But I can't let her go. I want her so fiercely, it terrifies me of what I would do to keep her.

She's perfect

Perfect for me

She is mine

"More Tom", she uses that voice that turns me into a god damn caveman.

I conjure the dagger, without missing a beat, I switch. I turn the blade on the blunt side, I don't want to cut her yet. I follow the same pattern as before. But I am watching her face for any recognition that it's not my finger.

Her eyes fly open and just stares at me, I can see a hint of fear in her eyes. I know she has a healthy fear of me and she should. Yet she doesn't say anything, and I keep running it along her sweat coated body. I stop and lean down never breaking eye contact and bring a nipple into my mouth, tugging it with my teeth. She throws her head back and bucks her hips into mine. For a second my dick comes it to contact with her slick folds. I groan.

She's as wet as all fuck.

I accio my wand, I need to see this. I need to watch this. I want her scent, her juices all over my wand. When I wave it I want to smell her. I'm aware I sound like a creepy stalker, but I don't care. She makes me reckless and I'm scaring the shit out of myself.

I tug at her nipple one last time and lean back. I slowly push my wand into her, I moan at the sight. It's almost too much.

"Oh, fuck Tom", she bucks at the entry.

"You like fucking my wand princess? Merlins beard it looks so good inside you". I kept thrusting it in and out, it was mesmerizing to watch. I was so unbelievably hard it nearly hurt.

"How about we switch it up pet...", I removed my wand and threw it on the floor. I grabbed the knife and bent down between her legs. I unfastened the ankle restraints, so I could lift her knees up then widened them, so she was on full view.

I was salivating at the sight of her pink beautiful, pussy covered in her arousal. I licked and flicked my tongue a few times just to drink her in. I pulled back and she whimpered at the lack of sensation.

"Tom...", she was so lost in her lust I could do anything to her right now and she wouldn't object.

"I'm going to nick you now pet", with the tip of the blade and a quick flick I made a small cut on the inside of her thigh, a few small drops of blood beaded to the surface. I tentatively licked being careful not to push too hard on the cut.

It was metallic yet so her.

I tongued her core once more, then pulled back and nicked her on her one of her outer folds, I watched once again as the blood came to the surface. My fantasy was about to come true.

I spun the blade around handle first and pushed it into her. I gave it a couple of pumps, my pet was grinding wildly on the handle, gripping the sheets violently. It was the fucking hottest thing I have ever witnessed.

I bent down and feasted on her, she smelled fantastic, tasted wonderful - her juices mixed with her blood. I was in heaven. My face was covered in her arousal, but I couldn't have given to flying rats arses at that moment.

"Tom, fuck me... I want you", I could tell she was on the edge, my self-control was about to snap.

I sat up and threw the knife in a general direction. I unclasped the wrist restraints, flipped her over, and with one hand I held her wrists behind her back and pushed her face into the mattress. And I swung my free and smacked her delectable arse. Hard.

She made a muffled noise that sounded like a scream. I thrust forcefully into her, holy crap it was pure bliss.

Wack

Wack

"You are doing so well pet", I said as I massaged her sore cheek. I felt like I couldn't get enough of her. I was fucking her so hard, that my head started to spin. The sound of our bodies slamming together was the perfect erotic soundtrack.

Fuck this sexy woman was stripping me bare.

I could feel her inner walls tightening and knew she was more than overdue to come.

"You ready pet, it's time to detonate", i reached around and pinched her clit.

And detonate she did.

Her orgasm was powerful and clenched me so hard that it threw me over the edge of my own orgasm.

"Fuck Hermione!"

We caught our breaths and I pulled out and rolled to the side. At first, I thought she had passed out, but then she rolled over.

The look on her face slightly caught me off guard.

Hermione POV

Holy fucking shit. That was intense.

I can't believe he did that, but at the same time its Tom so of course he did that.

Arrogant git

I rolled over and looked at him...he looked apprehensive. I guess he didn't know what I was going to do.

"Hi", I smiled. No, I'm not high.

"Hi", he looked relieved but still uncertain, like someone was going to come out at any moment and pull the rug out from him.

"I'm pissed you did that, without talking to me first. That was a huge trust exercise, Tom", to be completely honest I don't know how I feel about that.

"Was it good for you?", he knows the answer but is still asking. He's nervous and Tom Riddle is never nervous.

"Horrible, I faked the whole thing", I was trying hard to keep my face neutral but failed.

"Oh me too, it wasn't stimulating at all...I could try again...", he was looking at me in a way I have never seen him look at anyone.

Adoration?

"Really? me too sex is always better with two...friends...?", I bit my lip. We were navigating into unchartered waters.

"We haven't been friends for a while now pet, at least to me we haven't". I'm startled this is a completely different Tom to the one who just ravaged and owned my body moments ago.

So, I jumped on him

Straddling and hovering over him like he did to me earlier.

"Are you being vulnerable Mr Riddle? Are you saying you want to be my boyfriend?", I could see he was so far out of his comfort zone, he needed some help finding his back.

He rolled his eyes.

" You know what happens when you sass me woman?", I hummed in response.

I nipped at his bottom lip.

"All good things? pink rainbows and unicorns?"

He snorted.

"You didn't answer the question Tom?"

He clenched his jaw and looked away. I waited patiently for him the be ready.

"Yes, I want to be your significant other"

"Good. Because otherwise I would have had to enact my 10-point plan to kidnap you and make you my sex slave".

He smirked.

"Oh pet, you really are a devious girl"

I smirked.

"No more devious than you", I nibbled his bottom lip again.

"Pet don't start something you're not willing to finish. And I've been thinking, you were right about going into politics, it's really the only option, if we want wide spread change. I want you by my side while I do it", he looked up at me seriously.

"Of course, behind every great man is an even greater woman". I smirked and kissed him hard on the lips.