Several days after the Golden Globes, Ellie found herself in bed, waking up next to Tom. Her seemingly inexhaustible libido had thoroughly drained him during the entirety of the night as she'd woken him to sate her need multiple times. She felt guilty, so as she tore herself from Tom's arms, she made an effort not to disrupt his sleep. Ellie stumbled into the kitchen and sleepily made some tea, grabbed her laptop and then crawled back under the covers next to his supine form.

Blowing on her hot drink before gingerly sipping the liquid, she opened up her browser and began checking her email as her phone chimed with a text from her youngest sister.

El, have you checked the news today?

Ellie promptly sent her sister a message saying she hadn't. When she was met with silence, she frowned. Elizabeth was an avid texter and always responded immediately. Stomach twisting, she pulled up a news site and peeked at the headlines: Trump and Russia's hacking, Twitter killing the Vine, Netanyahu questioned for corruption, Carrie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds funeral plans, and then her heart stopped.

Hiddleswift Homewrecker Back at It?

On Sunday night, dashing Tom Hiddleston took home his first Golden Globe for his work in The Night Manager. On the carpet, he wore Gucci along with new arm candy, Michelle Cole, a relative newcomer to the Hollywood scene. Sources tell us Cole, 27, and Hiddleston, 35, have been seen cozying up to each other as early as a week after the end of the Hiddleston-Swift affair. Other sources tell us that Cole and Hiddleston were romancing as early as July, during the height of Hiddleswift. Michelle, or Ellie, as she calls herself, is a current college student in Los Angeles. Not long after their romance began, Cole discovered her pregnancy. It is unknown at this time if Hiddleston truly is the father or if Cole is playing at something far more sinister than she lets on.

Ellie couldn't breathe. Her palms became clammy and her mouth dried. She felt like slapping her own face to wake up, because clearly this was a horrible dream. She couldn't keep herself from skimming over the article and her stomach turned to lead at the accusations. Her fingers trembled as she browsed through the page. When something warm dribbled on her chest, she started. She didn't realize she was crying until the teardrops soaked through her chemise. This is exactly what had terrified her from the start. She knew she should've tried harder to break things off with Tom when she found out she was pregnant. Apparently rumors that she was simply using Tom were inevitable. God, what would he think? He'd have to believe them; she'd practically suggested them herself when they were at Tahoe. He'd probably think she sold the story herself.

Face placid from numbness, she absently wiped away her tears as she tortured herself by clicking on more articles, which revealed more heinous stories. Scrolling through the various sites, she discovered articles accusing her of being a gold digger, a drug addict and a fame whore.

Some of the more biographical articles sported pictures from various periods of her life. The entire "Tom thing" had been such a whirlwind from the beginning, and combined with the controlled chaos of school, she'd practically abandoned social media since the start. It never occurred to her to change her privacy settings to protect her posts. Images she hadn't seen in years could only have been resurrected from her Facebook or Instragram accounts. A particularly unflattering family shot taken when she was a chubby preteen during a trip to Yosemite was plastered on her screen with the caption "Evidently thunder thighs run in the family." Awkward pictures taken decades ago? How dare someone sift through her life to find such private, intimate moments. Nausea that she hadn't experienced in weeks crept back up her throat and she fought the urge to run to the bathroom. With a grimace, she swallowed the feeling down, refusing to get sick. She shuddered in disgust and anger. It wasn't just her that had been violated. Her innocent family, her unborn baby, had just been dragged into this. Their pictures were now smeared all over the Internet, their names slandered alongside her own.

With shaking hands, she closed her laptop and glanced at a sleeping Tom. She let out a hiccupped sigh. Tom carried himself with such grace. He treated fans and reports with cordiality; he was even somewhat tolerant of the paps. His rise to stardom had been stretched out over a gradual period of years and he had adjusted accordingly. Ellie wasn't used to this manner of living. She preferred her privacy and kept her head down. Very intimate details of her life were now out in the open for anyone to get their hands on, and it was irreversible.

Breathing hard, Ellie silently lifted the covers and swung her bare legs over the bed. She stuffed herself back into her hastily clothes, grabbed her keys and phone and peeked ruefully back at the man sleeping in their bed. His bed, rather. Another tear slid down her cheek as she watched Tom's slumbering form. Ellie truly believed he cared for her, and God knew she cared about him. But he didn't deserve to go through another media disaster and she wasn't cut out for one. And that was assuming he didn't believe the headline. Her life wasn't meant for a microscope; she was far from perfect and she'd already damaged Tom's impeccably clean reputation. She'd ruin him if she stayed. Shoving her feet in her boots and shrugging into her coat, she slipped out of the apartment and called a cab.

x

Without opening his eyes, Tom reached an arm out for Ellie. He'd woken up achingly hard and needed to bury himself inside her. When his searching hand found her side cold, his lids lifted and he frowned. He rose, pumping his fist over his throbbing cock as he strode from his bedroom, assuming she was getting something to eat. When he found the kitchen void of occupants, he growled.

"Ellie?" He was met with silence. "Ellie?"

He returned to his room and realized her phone, purse, and clothes were gone. He grabbed his own cell and called her twice but received no answer, which wasn't unusual. She was awful at answering. Grumbling, Tom hit another contact.

"Frank, when did you take Ellie home?"

"Good morning, Sir. I haven't seen her since yesterday. Shall I retrieve her?"

Tom frowned, pulling a shirt over his head. "No, thank you, Frank. Sorry to bother you. Have a good day."

He finished dressing and grabbed the keys to the Jaguar loaned to him whenever he was in Los Angeles. Once in the vehicle, he tried phoning Ellie again. His heart raced. Something was wrong. Even if she ignored his first few calls, as she was wont to do, she always answered once he had pestered her enough times. Twice more he called her and she neglected to pick up each time. His mind spun. It had to be the baby. Something had to be wrong with the baby. That was the only possible explanation.

Normally a courteous driver, Tom aggressively wove through traffic as he made his way to Cedar-Sinai. Ignoring the law, he used his cell to phone the hospital from his car, desperate for an update on Ellie's status. The drive was short and by the time he pulled into the parking lot, he'd been told that there was no admitted patient named Michelle Cole. He pounded his fist against the steering wheel and stared at his phone as he racked his brain for other places she might go. The only other place she could be is her apartment. As he sped off to her building, he idly noted that he was going to spank her until his hand went numb for putting him through this.

He didn't bother knocking on the door. He whipped his keys out and jammed the one he insisted upon having into the lock, hurriedly twisting it until the door opened. He bellowed before he even crossed the threshold.

"Ellie? Ellie!"

He marched into her unit and breathed a giant sigh of relief when he saw her keys in the dish near the door. He heard someone curse from the back of the apartment and used his long stride to swiftly make his way to her room. When he reached her doorway and Ellie appeared safe, sound and seemingly capable of answering his calls, his keys bit into his palm as his hand constricted around them. She hadn't been hurt, there was no problem with the baby. She'd simply ignored him. Despite his blatant announcement of his presence upon entering her apartment, her back was turned and she continued her task. She had a large suitcase open on her bed, filled with clothes.

"What is this? Where are you going and why the hell didn't you tell me you were leaving this morning?"

Ellie's shoulder's fell. She sniffled and turned slowly, revealing red eyes swollen from crying. Tom repeated himself, this time in a much gentler tone as he went to take her in his arms. With a whimper Ellie squirmed out of his grasp and wrapped her arms around herself. Reluctantly she glanced up at him.

"It's over," she said softly.

Tom let out a laugh that ended abruptly when her face remained drawn. He shook his head, brows furrowed in confusion. Again, he went to hold her and once more she stepped out of his grasp.

"My sweet girl," he tried, his voice soothing, "what has you so upset? Is your family alright? Have I done something hurtful?"

Ellie let out a dejected laugh and squeezed her eyes shut. When they opened, fresh tears threatened to spill down her cheeks. When Tom approached her for the third time, she predictably shied away, but he firmly grabbed her shoulders and held her in place.

"You will tell me what's going on right this instant or so help me—."

"Google your name."

"I vowed never to do that years ago—."

"Then Google my name. Do it now. Please," she added.

Eyeing her suspiciously, Tom took out his phone, pulled up Google and typed in her name. He let out a deep sigh as he viewed the results.

"Oh, darling. I'm so sorry. This is all my fault."

Ellie let out a sharp laugh.

"Of course you'd blame yourself," she muttered and pushed away from him.

He grudgingly released her.

"I know it's jarring the first time it happens, sweetheart. Believe me, I do. You'll never get used to it, but it will get easier. Now, why don't we go into the kitchen? I'll make you some tea."

Ellie attempted her request again, this time with far less finesse.

"Leave, please."

Tom shook his head.

"What are you talking about? What's wrong? I've never seen you like this."

"You need to go back to England."

Tom brightened.

"Ar-You're packing? You'll move with me?"

Ellie sank onto her bed and rubbed her eyes.

"You're not listening to me. This is over," she motioned between them. "We are over, Tom."

He set his jaw and narrowed his eyes.

"Ellie, we're stronger than this. This is nothing. I know it seems astronomical, but things will calm down once they realize we're not a fling. We will get through this."

Ellie took a shaky breath and rose, pointing to the door.

"I want you out."

Slowly, his entire demeanor changed. Tom's hands tightened into fists, his face flushed and his jaw clenched. He advanced, herding her against the bedroom wall, bracing his palms on either side of her face. Ellie flinched as he hissed at her.

"You'll not dismiss me so easily."

"I want you to leave."

"I don't care."

"I'll call—."

"If you phone the police, I'll forcibly have you back at my apartment before the call ends."

Ellie's shoulders slumped.

"This is too much. It's all too much. I can't do this."

Tom's gaze softened, but only slightly.

"You don't mean that."

Ellie stamped her foot to the best of her ability and squeezed her eyes shut.

"Yes I do! They told lies! Blatant lies. Why did you even come after me? Your reputation is at stake, as is mine. As is my family's! I can't do this. I won't wreck your career and I won't expose my family or this baby to this kind of toxic chaos. It's better this way."

One of Tom's hands moved from the wall to roughly grasp her chin. She tried to jerk it out of his grip and failed.

"You're not leaving. Whatever this," he motioned at her suitcase, "is, it ends now. You'll not get away from me so easily, Ellie."

She pushed at his chest, her fingers digging into his hard pectorals she tried to shove him away and failed.

"Ugh! Let me go!"

His lip curled and he leaned forward, pressing his mouth to her ear, even as she tried to move away from him.

"I'll never let you go, sweet girl. You're mine."

"Not anymore. This is through."

She attempted to squirm out of his grasp, digging her fingernails into his wrist as she tried to pry his hand from her chin. Tom growled and pressed her body against the wall. She gasped, genuinely surprised when she felt his erection grind against her belly.

"Tom!"

"Listen to me, little girl. I know this is scary, I know it's uncomfortable. But you will get through it. Daddy will make sure you do."

Incredulously she smacked his chest, fighting the heat building in her core as he looked at her with such possessive hunger. He released her chin and gripped a wrist in each hand, effectively pinning her against the wall.

"Tomato," she hissed.

Tom's eyes widened in surprise before they narrowed back into little slits.

"No, dear girl. You don't get to safe-word out of this relationship. I do my best to respect your wishes, to be a good Daddy and to keep you safe. But this is the one time I can't humor you, no matter how awful a man it makes me."

Ellie growled and lashed out, trying to kick at him. He laughed and shook his head.

"No one can give you what I can, dear girl. Despite the fact that we're perfect for each other, despite the fact that I love you," her eyes widened, "that we belong together, you'll never have anything remotely like what we have with anyone else. You'll never have another man fuck you like I do. No one knows your body like me. No one knows the dirty, filthy things you need to be subjected to in order to come. And no one else knows how to take care of you after exhausting you with pleasure."

Her knee was on its way to his groin when he slammed his body against hers and forced her wrists against the wall, causing her to grunt in pain. She was absolutely fuming, her cheeks flushed pink and her teeth bared.

"Get off me!"

"No."

Ellie revolted with her entire body, squirming and thrashing violently. Tom grunted as she tried to strike him and briefly released her wrists to hoist her up against the wall, properly pinning her and her flailing legs. He anchored her arms, holding her wrists in one hand and using the other to push her skirt up around her legs. She was fighting so fervently it took him several tries to reach beneath her dress and push her panties to the side, but he managed. Tom fumbled with his trousers, holding Ellie still while unzipping. Having dressed hastily in fear of her safety, he'd neglected to wear any undergarments.

Ellie knew what was coming and she fought like a fiend, but she was tiring and Tom was strong and persistent as hell. Once again, his lips brushed against her ear as he spoke.

"Sometimes your need to be obstinate gets in the way of communication between us, Ellie." He groaned as he dragged a finger along her slit, only to find her dripping wet. "See? Your body knows what it needs, even if that little mouth of yours tries to deny it. I'm going to help you remember whom you belong to, sweet girl. Your body loves me, that I know. I just have to convince your lovely, contrary brain to agree," he murmured against her temple.

Ellie gasped in indignation, but couldn't bring herself to deny his accusation. She did love him. She wanted him, despite how much she needed him to leave. Her body was taking over, convincing her head to be honest with herself. With an angry grunt, she bit at his chin before crashing her mouth against his. He moaned against her lips, returning the kiss ardently as he helped her arch her back, pressing her pelvis forward so he could work around her belly. He pulled away as he took his cock in his hand.

"Watch, Ellie. Watch how well we fit together. You need me. And I need you."

Obediently she gazed down as he thrust inside her, making them both moan at the contact. Watching him slid into her made her cunt contract involuntarily which made them both hiss. Once seated to the hilt, Tom took her mouth once more, greedily tracing his tongue along her teeth and the roof of her mouth as if he wanted to claim every inch of her. Already she was mewling against his lips, returning the kiss hungrily as he began pumping inside her. She wrapped one arm around his shoulders to help support her weight, but she buried her free hand in his hair, roughly controlling the angle of their kiss as his hips began pounding hers. As he pounded into her, the slap of skin on skin echoed in the room and Ellie cried out as her first orgasm hit her. Fighting with Tom was more exhilarating than she wanted to admit. The walls of her pussy squeezed him so snugly that his head dropped back and he groaned, fucking her through the pulsing of her pussy.

She was even easier to control once she'd come. He roughly repositioned her, likely bruising her shoulders and hips as he manipulated her body. The angle of his thrusts changed and he slammed into her with renewed vigor.

"You belong to me, Ellie. No one else can make you feel like this. I make your body sing, little girl. You need this just as much as I do," he said in between kisses. She moaned, tightening her grip on his hair until he hissed in pain.

"Your cunt knows who its Daddy is, sweetheart." He rammed his hips especially hard, eliciting a gasp from the girl. "Do you?"

Ellie managed a moan, but Tom wanted more than that.

"Say it for me," he purred.

"Yes! Yes," Ellie keened as he continued plowing into her, barely able to string together the single syllable admission as her brain fogged with pleasure.

Tom growled and pulled his mouth away from hers to bite down on her shoulder. He didn't break skin, but there were clear indentation from where his teeth had been.

"Come for me, my little whore."

With a cry, Ellie arched her back even more, unable to fight the second orgasm as it tore through her. Everything he said was undeniably correct. She knew she belonged to him. She would forever. Every part of her body; her mind, were his. Her walls throbbed around his cock as he continued ramming his hips against hers, squeezing the thick length as heat erupted from her core and shot through her entire body. Her fingernails bit into his skin, leaving half-moon prints in their wake, but neither seemed bothered. All they could think about was the mind-numbing sensation of him being inside her. It was a feeling neither could replicate with anyone else.

Ellie clung to Tom as he finished, coming with a roar and burying his face against her neck. On shaking legs he lowered her to the ground and they managed to collapse onto her bed as Tom murmured to her while they caught their breath.

"You don't have to say it back, Ellie. But I wanted you to know."

She pressed her lips together, unable to repeat the words to him, despite how she felt. Instead, she leaned towards him for a sweet, soft kiss that lasted for several minutes. Eventually their mouths parted and they relaxed into one another as Tom drifted off. Once his body went lax, Ellie waited five minutes for sleep to truly take him before she silently crept out from beneath his arm. She gingerly moved from the bed, her feet quiet on the carpeted floor. Tooth by tooth she zipped up what she'd packed in her suitcase, all the while watching Tom's face for any hint of consciousness. She dressed, slipped on her boots and grabbed her phone and her coat. Her stomach twisted and her chest ached at what she was about to do. Truly, the last thing she wanted was to leave or hurt him. But she had to. It was what was best for both of them and he wasn't thinking with enough clarity to realize it. Fresh tears spilled down her cheek as she glanced back at the sleeping man.

"I love you too," she whispered.