I should really start focusing on some of my other stories, but every time I write for a different story my ideas for this one just forces it's way through. Well I at least wanted to get through this part of the story so maybe now I can focus a bit more of finishing a chapter for my other stories lol.

Anyway, enjoy!

Inner Desire

"Raven." Tom spoke in a soft whisper that didn't give away what he was thinking. He spoke so quietly that his voice rumbled in his chest. If he hadn't been so close, I wouldn't have heard it.

"You've...Been a bad girl, haven't you?"

My breath hitched in my throat. How was I supposed to respond to that? I looked away in embarrassment. "I-i'm...I'm really sorry..."

"Sorry?" His eyes were beginning to frighten me. It was as if I had become a prey to a dangerous predator. I could feel my heartbeat quicken, and I wanted to run as far as possible. Yet...There was this strange attraction, and seduction his voice had.

"You're sorry?" He inched closer, and I crawled backwards. He chuckled amused by my reaction. "No, no, no Raven. You see," He lightly traced over a pair of handcuffs. His head tilted slightly as he caressed the cold metal as if it were a lover. Quicker than I would have ever thought possible I was captured, and rolled onto my stomach. I didn't realize what had happened until I hear a clear and crisp 'Click' from above me. Suddenly Tom was on all fours above me and moved onto his forearms so his lips were centimeters from my ear.

In a spine shuddering, baritone whisper he said, "Bad girls...Need to be punished."

A blush exploded across my face as I tried to turn to face Tom, "W-what do you m-mean? Tom, let m-me go." I wanted to sound stern, but my voice was so uneven that I sounded scared. Who wouldn't be in this situation? My hands were cuffed behind me, and a 4th generation gangster was on top of me. I began shaking, too afraid of what might happen. Would I get to see my friends and my father again?

Above me Tom tutted, and in the same whisper asked "Are you afraid?" His warm breath tickled my cheek as he chuckled deeply. One hand gently caressed the top of my head, assumingly in an attempt in calming me down. It had the opposite effect. Until then he hadn't been physically touching me, and when he did I tensed and made a noise in fear.

"Don't worry," He soothed, speaking slowly and calmly, "5 should be enough."

My face was so hot, tears began to build in my eyes. I blinked rapidly hoping it would help but all that accomplished was making my vision blurry. " W-what...W-what do you mean?"

In on fluid motion Tom snaked his arm under me and lifted me under his arm. I don't know why, but I didn't struggle. I was frozen, too afraid to move. What would I have done? I was in his home, and if I tried to run I could run into someone even scarier. I bit my lit and stared at the ground - how could anything be scarier that this?

Tom sat on his bed and laid me across his lap. The slow realization dawned on me as I felt familiar with this position. I felt the fabric of my skirt being lifted, and goosebumps formed on my bare legs and behind. Still the shock that this was becoming my reality had my mind in a fog. It wasn't until I felt the sting of a large hand on my bottom, the sound of a clear SMACK, and the pain that immediately follow was I jarred back into my body.

A surprised shriek passed my lips, and I tensed. My embarrassment multiplied ten fold, and a sense of humiliation that I had never felt nestled deep within my core. "Tom!" It was now I found my will to struggle, but unfortunately it was too late. Tom had me in a vice-like grip; how it was possible in this position was beyond me.

I managed to turn my head to see him, and my heart jump, stilling me instantly. He was enjoying himself. As if a game he had been waiting for was finally his. He enjoyed watching me squirm, and struggle. The way he looked down at me, as if I were something to be dominated, and bent to fit his will was slowly killing my fragile will. His eyes shone with a dark amusement, in which I could seem my fear reflected within.

"What's wrong Raven?" He cooed, his voice thick with wicked glee. "This is because you were a bad girl."

SMACK!

He struck me again causing me to cry out. The pain vanished quickly enough, but my shame grew every second. My body felt so hot, I thought I would pass out. Despite the myriad of emotions I was feeling, there was one thought that stormed its way to the front.

'A...Bad girl...no...'

I never wanted to be a bad girl. I was always a good girl. I could feel myself losing myself over his choice of words. It was as if he knew what to say to make me comply. This small insignificant phrase my father instilled in me innocently enough - though in the same way to make me do what he wanted - was being warped and shaped into something indecent by a person no less than a predator. I just happened to be the prey.

My bottom lip tremble and I hung my head in defeat.

Upon seeing my defeat Tom's smirk grew. With one hand he covered his mouth and looked up at the ceiling. He couldn't let himself get to excited. He had to remain in control. Again he looked at me, biting back a groan from growing anticipation. This was nothing, just a small teaser, for the things he had planned in the future. From the moment he saw me, he knew I would be perfect. Having been raised in a strict household, and never being allowed to question the authority of my father made me perfect pickins for what Tom wanted. I would offer the right amount of resistance, and denial before having to come to terms with what I really desired; and Tom was more than happy to help.

Tom swallowed, and licked his lips. SMACK!

This time I refused to let myself cry out, but from the strain my eyes watered more until the tears were streaming down.

"You've stopped screaming." He mused as he took a finger and traced the red mark forming on my bottom. "Perhaps it's gone numb." At this he pressed his palm against my bottom, but made no motion to squeeze it. "Even though I have been holding back."

What was the point of all of this? I didn't understand. After today I promised myself I wouldn't ever go snooping around someone's room again, and once this project was over I would NEVER get involved with Tom and his friends again.

"You have a nice arse back here. Must be all the volleyball." He complimented his hungry gaze drinking in the curvature of my backside and legs. "And you know...With every hit-" As if it prove his point he slightly smack my bottom, "It bounces."

I didn't think it was possible for me to feel any more humiliated. However, with Tom's shared detail I suddenly became very conscious of how my backside moved. I whimpered. "Please...Just...Just finish..."

"Finish?" He questioned feigning ignorance. It was the same tone he had when he stole my sandwich. "Finish what?" He pat my bottom again making it jiggle. My entire body was so hot, I felt like I would pass out. It was so hard to breath and I felt as though I weren't getting enough oxygen.

I craned my neck to glance at him, and threw my watered eyes I saw him waiting with and expectant look. It was then I realized what he wanted.

"Finish what, Raven?" He prompted again his voice shaking with wicked glee.

I bit my bottom lip, "Finish...pun...ishing..me.."

He mulled over my request as he resumed caressing my head. "No, that's no good Raven. You have to be more specific." He leaned forward a bit, "It's not hard. You can do it."

This won't end until I say what he wants. I was already humiliated enough. How much more could this possibly hurt? I whispered it so quietly I almost questioned if I said anything at all. "...Spanking me..."

SMACK! SMACK!

As if his restraints were lifted I was struck twice, and swiftly upon my previously neglected cheek.

I was surprised by the sudden attack that I couldn't help the sound that escaped my mouth.

I was spent. My body was completely limp on Tom's lap. He fixed my skirt, and removed the handcuffs all while still stroking my hair. He rolled me off of him and I collapsed onto the floor. I was leaning forward, using my hands to support myself and staring aimlessly at the floor. It all felt like a dream. Had this really happened? I only wanted my wallet back. I faint throbbing of my bum, and the heat coursing through my body was an ever-constant reminder.

Suddenly, Tom gripped my chin forcing me to look at him. His eyes seemed to have darkened considerable, and an emotion I wasn't familiar with raced across his face. Something about it was lewd, and when he licked his lips I couldn't help but swallow.

"Good girl."

It was that phrase again. Those simple words that cause a glimmer of satisfaction to bloom within me. It was wrong! I shouldn't feel like that. No matter what, he did this to me without my ok.

He let go of my chin and ran a finger down the length of my face. My eyes fluttered at the feeling.

"Hn, it's like you were made for me." He mumbled, but I didn't really hear it.

Suddenly coming to my self I jerked away from him, but I didn't dare meet his eyes. I could barely lift my face; I was so ashamed.

He suddenly stood and went to his school back. After a few moments he shoved my wallet into my face. "I believe this is what you were looking for."

I snatched it from him, and faster than I had ever moved in my life I ran out of the room. Somehow, I didn't get lost, and on the way I almost ran into a large ruffian looking man. Furiously I wiped my tears, and left Tom's home with my hat, mask and sunglasses on.

I don't even remember being on the subway, or walking back into my own home. The only solace I had was that Trent hadn't come home yet, and my father didn't do one of his random visits. I went straight to my room, and collapsed onto my bed.

Every time I thought about it the shame would come back, and with every step I took my butt would hurt. It continued to throb even after the hour and a half trip back home. So many emotions swirled through me; anger, humiliation, and disgust to name a few.

I was disgusted in myself. The reason? Because how could I feel so pleased...so...satisfied from what just happened?

I roughly shook my head. No! This is not something I will dwell on. I only had a week left in the project, and once it is over I will cut all ties with Tom. Life will go back to normal and this will all be just another bad memory.

Unknown to me, after today I would never be able to turn back. On that day something was stirred inside of me that I wouldn't have ever dreamed I could posses. A want and need for something began to grow, and as I drifted into a much needed sleep all I could see were Tom's eyes staring down at me.

Well then...Have we all gotten an idea of the type of life Raven has gotten herself into? lol

Also Tom...Dear lord, does that boy need help. I think I made him a bit too crazy...then again...I've read stories (of him and other universes) that are even crazier than mine haha.

Anyway, hope you all enjoyed the story ^^

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