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My First Sunday

'I can't believe I'm actually doing this.'

I sighed for the umpteenth time and stared at the ceiling of the train. Despite the time we returned to Lola's home, I woke up around 8am. Understandably enough Lola was still asleep, so I went downstairs to grab a bowl of cereal. While eating Tom texted me with instructions to arrive at his place by 12 o'clock. Remembering that today was the day I make good on my end of the bargain my stomach began to knot in nervousness preventing me from finishing my meager breakfast. Even though I didn't want to go, I knew not going would only make things worse. What if Tom made it so Kat's debt was returned to her.

So after a quick trip hope I was on my way to meet Tom. This time, however, I'd like to think I was a bit more prepared than the first time. Instead of a skirt - I learned my lesson - I wore blue jeans, a pink short sleeved shirt and a black jacket. Completeing my look was a hat, sunglasses and mask in an attempt to hide who I was.

All too soon I was standing in front of a regrettably familiar gate. I took a deep breath hoping it would calm my nerves.

Well, here goes.

I rung the door bell and the same voice from before answered it.

"You da broad that Boss waitin' for?"

I didn't know how to answer. His way of speaking and tone had me a bit spooked.

"You deaf a-sumtin'?"

"O-oh, um. I-i'm supposed to b-be meeting Tom."

"Ain't that what I said befo?"

"S-sorry." I apologized, hoping to not make who ever this was even angrier at me.

The gate opened for me and I quickly made my way to the door. Last thing I needed was someone seeing me loitering in front of a Mafia's residence. When I got to the door a large, buff and scar ridden man was waiting for me. He wore grey sweat pants and a white undershirt - which honestly I felt was the only thing that would actually fit him. He was so muscular, he made Antonin look like a light-weight.

He eyed my appearance before saying, "Boss is waitin' for ya in da dinin' room."

I carefully entered the home, taking care to stay as far from him as possible. "E-excuse the intrusion."

He waited for me to take my shoes of then walked off. As he was turning a corner he glanced at me, to which I took was a look telling me to follow him. How else was I supposed to get to the dining room? It was only my second time here, and before I only saw Tom's room. I shook myself from my thoughts and quickly trotted after the large man. Last thing I needed was to get lost.

He led me to a large room that had a long rectangular table that could easily sit 12 people. The floor was a beautiful, and brilliantly polished dark hard wood floor, which matched the tables and other decorations. Hanging from the ceiling was an expensive looking chandelier. Sitting alone at the table was Tom, who stood when I entered and greeted me with his signature smirk. The guy who escorted me quickly left after a dismissive wave from Tom.

After a few long strides Tom stood right in front of me, and quickly rid me of my disguise. All too soon I was looking at him with wide eyes. "Afternoon, Raven."

"Hey, what are you doing?" I whispered harshly trying to grab my items. Tom only held them above his head watching in amusement as I struggled to reclaim them. "You'll blow my cover."

"I think you'll do that on your own. If you are so obvious in your attempts to hide something, then it wont be a secret for long."

I froze at his words realizing the truth to them, but what else was I supposed to do? I can't just waltz out of my home and head over here without taking some type of precaution.

"I have had lunch prepared. Sit."

Tom slid back into his seat, and patted the chair beside him. So far things were pretty normal. Not that I was complaining. If things could progress this way for the remainder of my visit I would only be too happy. Cautiously I sat next to Tom and noticed that a bowl of soup had already been prepared. Well, I was hungry, and the food looked really good. The savory aroma of chicken and spices involuntarily pulled a smile from my lips as I reached for my spoon.

"Wah! This is really good." I happily complimented and eagerly went for more.

"It's just soup." Tom muttered.

"That's true, but you can tell how much time, effort and love has gone into the process by the result." I replied, his response not dampening my sudden happy mood. "The whole time they are cooking, they wonder if the person it's for will like it. Is it to their taste? Is it too spicy? Not spicy enough? So many thoughts go through your head, and you feel anxious as you imagine how they'll look when they eat it. Even after so long I still feel that way when cooking for my father and Trent."

"You cook?"

I felt my cheeks heat up when I saw how intently Tom had been watching me. Slowly I nodded, "Y-yeah."

He observed the soup for a while in deep thought. I wondered if I said something wrong, but he finally spoke again. "Tinker, the woman you met before made this."

"Really? She must really enjoy cooking then." I smiled again taking another spoonful.

A strangely comfortable silence settled between us as Tom retreated into his thoughts. Something I said must have bothered him, but whatever it was I felt I shouldn't ask him about it. Instead I finished the rest of my lunch and sighed in satisfaction. Tom still hadn't said anything and I was beginning to wonder what exactly my reason for being here was. I was supposed to be filling my end of the deal, but for Tom what did that entail? Deciding it was best to push forward I asked him.

Instead of answering, he counted with a question of his own. "How was the party last night?"

"What?" That came out of left field.

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

I didn't like the way he said that. As he waited for my response it felt like he was testing me. Like he already knew the answer, but he wanted to see how I would respond. Feeling increasingly uncomfortable from his gaze I looked down.

"It was nice."

Suddenly I was looking at Tom, but not by choice. He had a firm grip on my chin and forced me to face him. His eyes bore into mine, all traces of amusement gone. His eyes were steely, cold, and seemed to dare me to try and fight his grip. I swallowed from the uncertainty of the situation. What was he thinking about now? Tom was always composed, and in control. It made it difficult to get understand him.

"Do you remember what I told you?"

What was he talking about? He hand left my chin in favor of caressing my cheek with a singer finger. Slowly his finger trailed downwards, curving down my neck and across my shoulders. This enticed a delicate shiver from me, and I tried to shift away from his finger but a sharp look had me frozen in place. His hand moved over my shoulder and just barely touched my arm. Eventually he reached my hand and raised it to his lips.

The entire time his eyes never left mine, and I felt captivated by his gaze. My heart pounded in my chest and before long that was all I could hear. I began wondering if Tom could hear it too. When he kissed the back of my hand I though my heart would stop. He stared at me unblinkingly as if studying a rare species, and somewhere deep inside of me I felt happy. For someone to look a me like that felt like a validation of my existence, and like I was the only one that mattered. His eyes were addictive and slowly I felt my commonsense slipping away.

"Raven." He purred my name, his voice was thick like honey which made me let out a shaky breath.

"Y-yes?"

"Let me show you what happens when you disobey me."

Tom swiftly, and elegantly, rose from his seat and pulled me up with him. His grip was unyielding on my wrist as he pulled me through the halls of his home. Soon we arrived to his room. He closed the door, locking it behind him, and threw me onto the bed.

I shrieked in surprise, quickly turning myself around to face Tom. "I d-don't understand. Tom what-?"

Without a word he grabbed something from his desk before slowly descended onto me. The bed creaked under our combined weight, and seeing Tom from this new perspective had my mind back in a haze. His knee was between my legs, and his arms were on either side of my head holding his weight. He took my hand and brushed his lips against the back.

"You let someone other than your master kiss here." He spoke softly against my hand.

Slowly realization dawned on me, and the moment Tom saw this everything went dark. I blinked rapidly trying to figure out what happened. There was something over my eyes, but when I reached for it Tom slapped my hand away and pinned it to the bed.

"Leave it. I'll make sure you understand who you belong to." His lips moved to my wrist planting chaste kisses along the way. "You allowed someone else to taste this skin before me." He clamped around my pulse and sucked sharply. "Or do you enjoy giving your body to men?" He laughed mockingly, "Such a cheap woman."

"Ung, ah-" Every spot Tom kissed burned with an intense heat that quickly spread through my entire body. Not have my sight made me become more aware of Tom's body heat over me, and his lips on my wrist. He hadn't even done much but I was finding it harder to catch my breath. My heart pounded against my chest and my cheeks were completely flushed. He kissed up the palm of my hand, delicately turning my hand over to kiss every part. With each contact my body shuddered. I squeezed my eyes shut as I tried to get a grasp of what was happening, but that proved to be impossible. I had never felt like this before. All he was doing was kissing my hand but I felt like I would burst any moment.

"T-tom, ah!" I cried out from pain when Tom bit into my wrist where my pulse was.

There was a shift of weight and soon I felt Tom's breath against my ear. When he spoke his voice was thicker and deeper than usual, and the sound of him so close sent shock waves down my spine.

"Are you really this stupid? Or do you want me to punish you?"

"I d-don't under...stand...Tom."

Again he bit me, this time on my ear. I don't know why but even though it hurt, my stomach tightened in excitement.

"You seem to have a bad memory." He teased now kissing the red mark on my ear. I turned my head away in response. He chuckled wryly, "Now, now don't you want to be a good girl for me? For your master."

'Ah, that's why...he bit me...'

Apparently satisfied he got his point across he kissed down my arm and back to my hand. He lingered around my pulse, sucking harder than before and when he finally broke away it was with a loud and wet pop. Tom then moves to my fingertips, kissing each nail. My eyes snapped open when he put one into his mouth. My muscles tense up and I couldn't help the small whimper I made. My body was in a frenzy because of what he was doing. It was getting harder and harder to breath. The air was filled with static and a heavy heat that weighed down both my body and mind. The only thing I could focus on was Tom. I felt like I was surrounded by him. His voice, body heat, and mouth trapped me and took my voice away.

"Ung-"

Tom flicked his tongue against my finger, and rolled it between his teeth. He would bite down making me wince in pain, only to sooth it with his tongue. My legs squeezed around his bended knee as I felt a knot tightening in my stomach. Suddenly a bright light assaulted my eyes when Tom snatched off the blindfold. The built up heat around my eyes escaped in the form of tears and I could just make out a blurry vision of Tom.

"That's some face you're making." He teased, "Are you feeling it that much from just this? I didn't realize you were so lewd."

I winced in embarrassment. "D-don't say it...l-like tha-ah!"

"Then why are you making so much noise?" His eyes narrowed as if to mock me.

I bit my lip and tried to look at him through my blurred vision, "I-it's because...you-"

"So you're blaming me for your prurient body?"

"Th-that's-ugh!" I wanted to pull my hand away from but his grip was so tight I couldn't move. All I could do was squirm beneath him.

Tom chuckled, "If you move like that, I can't be responsible you know." When I froze his smirk only widened. Suddenly I felt the full weight of Tom's body, and I felt what little oxygen I could get be forced out. Though he released my wrist, I didn't have the energy to raise them. He wiped away my tears and I soon realized how close we were. I instantly averted my eyes elsewhere. He had the same look as when we played volleyball, like he was enjoying my suffering. This was all just one big game to him, and the more I struggled the greater his pleasure.

"When you make such a pained face it makes me want to torture you more." He whispered with a delighted sigh as he licked the shell of my ear. "

"T-tom.." I hadn't even realized I said his name. It passed my lips in such a breathy whisper that I thought I just sighed. Tom, however, heard this and had my chin a vice grip. He forced me to look at him and when I did my heart shuddered. His eyes were narrowed in such anger, that I felt with any small move my life may be taken. The merciless look in his darkened eyes left no question the kind of lifestyle he lived. I should have been scared. In fact, I shouldn't have been so willing in any of this, but there was some part of me - that I didn't want to claim - that delighted in this. Even with such a callous look, his full attention and clear desire was directed only at me.

"Raven," His breath tickled my lips, "What did I tell you?" His grip on my chin tightened when I tried to turn away. "A cheap woman like you shouldn't call their owner by name."

I could feel my tears coming back from his words, "D-don't call me that."

"How else should I call a woman who sells their body to a man they barely know, and then let him have his way with her. Would you prefer I call you a whore? Or maybe slut?" Hearing his words I started crying. He looked down on me and scoffed as if disgusted by me. "What's this? These tears are hard to believe when you look at me like that."

I didn't understand what he meant, but I couldn't take this anymore. It was too much.

"Now, how should you address me? Come now, Raven."

Somehow I felt that once I did what he wanted to wouldn't be able to go back. It would be the last 'nail in the coffin' so-to-speak. My lips trembled as I struggled to find the proper sounds. Why was I hesitating? Tom was right after all. I'm the one who got myself into this situation. I'm the one who agreed to his terms. Sure it was in the name of saving Kat, but it was a decision I made willingly. Maybe I was as cheap as he said.

I squeezed my eyes shut and stuttered out what he wanted. "...M...ma...M-master..."

I then felt a hand on my head gently caressing it. My eyes slowly opened in confusion, and I was met with a cool, encouraging smirk. It was completely different from his look moments before. As he continued to pet my hair, his next words filled me with a shameful delight that I had to looked away.

"Good girl."

It was only the first in a long line of Sundays and I was already seeing the dangers in this type of relationship. I was caught in Tom's trap, and now no matter how much I struggled against him I wouldn't be freed unless he said so. What bothered me was that this didn't bother me as much as it should have. Just what kind of person am I to agree to this?

"...Stop...I c-can't take this anymore."

He smirked knowingly, "You waited quite a while before saying so. Are you sure you want me to?"

Honestly, that was a question I was trying to find the answer for myself. Even though Tom stood up I still felt a heavy pressure that kept me from moving. I felt so week that even if I could move I don't think my legs would hold out.

Tom studied my condition for a while before smirking, "You should see how pathetic you look. Though, since I'm the one who made you that way it's fine." He then walked over to the door and before leaving said, "Don't move."

I couldn't even lift my pinkie finger, so I wasn't going anywhere. Now that everything was over, and I had a chance to cool down, fatigue from the rush of emotions began to settle into my body. My eyes burned from crying, and the lingering warmth was lulling my muscles into relaxation. It was slowly becoming harder to keep my eyes open, and before Tom could return I feel asleep.

Ok! That is finally finished! I hope it was good enough. I'm not very good at writing things like this but I hope it gets a passable grade haha.

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