My entanglement with Tom Riddle started sometime in my sixth year at Hogwarts. I can't really explain how it happened. I was a Gryffindor, and didn't find the Slytherin prince nearly as charming as the rest of the school did. But one night as I was fulfilling my duties as prefect and making my rounds of the castle, I came across Tom alone in a dark corridor. He had me pressed against the wall in about three minutes, with one hand wrapped around my throat and one sliding up my skirt. And the rest is history, so to say.
….
It was the first night of the fall term, and I was stretched out on my bed, still in my school uniform and robes, chatting with my roommates about our summer holidays.
"I am so jealous of your tan, Elizabeth." Mary said to me. "You're positively brown."
I looked down at my legs, and realized they were quite bronzed from my summer in the south of France with my family. Mary, however, was a true English rose and turned pink if the sun even thought about hitting her smooth skin.
"Oh, but Mary, you have the most beautiful skin!" I tried to reassure her.
She just rolled her eyes and continued to direct her wand at her red hair, forming it into magical twists that pinned themselves to her head.
My other two roommates were also getting ready for bed, but I hadn't started getting ready for bed just yet.
Mary was telling us about how she spent her summer in the Cotswolds with her ancient Gran. She was complaining about the strong scent of mothballs that the house possessed when there was a light tap on the window of our dorm. There was a school owl there, with a roll of parchment in its beak.
"Now who could that be at this hour?" Lillian, another of my roommates and a good friend, asked as she dabbed some cream to her high cheekbones.
"Merlin knows," I said, as I jumped down off of my bed and quickly threw open the window before anyone else could get there. I grabbed the parchment and unrolled it quickly.
"Well, what's it say?" Hazel, my last roommate asked from her perch in front of her own mirror.
"Oh, it's about some Prefect meeting with the Heads of Houses tomorrow morning. Really unnecessary to send an owl so late."
That was one thing I had learned since starting to sleep with Tom Riddle; I was an excellent liar.
No one knew about us. We had both made sure of that.
I quickly folded the note and stuck in my trunk before any of them could see the two words that were actually scrawled across the parchment.
Library. Midnight.
….
I hid out in the common room with a book until just before midnight, and then I quietly crawled out of the portrait hole and started making my way through the dark, silent castle. My anticipation built with each step closer to the library. Closer to him.
I had caught a brief glimpse of him on Platform 9 ¾ through the heavy steam from the train engine. He had been standing discussing something with Avery and Lestrange. If possible, he had looked taller and more intimidating than he had just two months ago. He didn't notice me as I hopped on the train, but wouldn't have reacted even if he had seen me.
We were not courting, or dating, or anything out in the open. He had made it clear in no uncertain terms that this was purely physical for him.
It was the same for me. Honestly.
My father was high up in the Ministry of Magic, and hoped to be made Minister one of these days. Tom and his friends had a reputation already, and it wasn't a great one. Plus, his lineage and claims of being pure blood were murky at best. He was off-limits as far as my family was concerned.
But what they didn't know, wouldn't hurt them.
I hadn't spoken to Tom since the last day of our sixth year. He had cornered me in a deserted compartment of the Hogwarts Express and made sure I would think of him every single day during the holiday. He didn't say that, of course. He didn't have to. And I did think of his touch every day this summer, much to my annoyance.
Just thinking about those stolen moments on the train had my quickening my step. Tom had a way of bringing something wild out in me, and it had been a long two months without his hands, and tongue, and... other things.
When I finally made it to the closed doors of the library, I had to take a deep breath to calm my excitement before opening one just a fraction and slipping into the dark library.
It took my eyes a few seconds to adjust to the blackness of the library. All of the torches and lanterns were out. It was silent and I didn't see anyone right away.
"Elizabeth." someone drawled from the tables in the back of the library, near the Restricted Section. The syllables of my name dripping from his lips like honey made me shiver. And I had to remind myself to walk slowly over, and not run.
When I finally found him, lit from only the light of the moon coming through the window, he was standing and looking down at a book that he held between his long, pale fingers, his hips leaning onto the table behind him.
I stopped three steps away from him, and he didn't bother to look up from whatever he was reading. I took the moment to unabashedly stare at him.
Merlin, he really was beautiful. I'd almost forgotten. The moonlight disappeared in his black, wavy hair that was falling over his brow. His thick eyelashes were casting shadows on his high cheekbones. And his mouth, Merlin that mouth, was slightly parted as he focused on his reading.
After what felt like hours, but was really only a few moments, he finally snapped the book shut, making me jump and looked up at me with his black eyes. "It's rude to stare, Elizabeth."
Most of the time I really hated him.
When I only responded with a rude face, he chuckled lowly, causing something low in my belly to stir. The book that was in his hand went soaring back to its spot on the shelves, and I had to move my head to avoid its path.
In the next moment, a swift and strong gust of wind moved me, and I ended up with my back pressed firmly into the book shelf to my right. The wind then circled my wrists and shot upwards, until I was stuck there with my hands above my head.
Tom liked to dominate. And lucky for him, I liked it when he dominated me. Alot.
I tried, and failed, to control my breathing as he slowly started to prowl towards me.
"Did you miss me, Elizabeth?" he finally said as he stepped into my body, closing any distance between us and placing his hands tightly onto my hips.
My breath faltered again when his left hand slid up my body and wrapped around my slender neck, his family's ring cold on my skin.
"Answer my question." He said, applying a little bit of pressure to my neck.
Having him this near to me was doing funny things to my head and it was a struggle to find a simple answer to his question.
"Yes," I finally admitted to him, hating myself that it was the truth.
"Yes…?"
"Yes, sir." I whispered, watching his eyes get even darker when I said one of his favorite words.
I couldn't contain my moan when he lowered his mouth to mine in a punishing kiss. His hand tightened on my neck as he took my bottom lip into his mouth and bit down, causing me to whimper and buck my hips into his wantonly.
He chuckled again, before saying, "Do be a good girl, Elizabeth, and be quiet. We are in a library after all." And then his hand was off my throat and his body was a step away from mine. I missed the contact immediately.
I was about to protest, but was startled into silence when I felt the tip of his wand on the base of my throat, where his hand had just been. I looked into his eyes, but they were glued to where his wand was on me. Heat started emanating from the wand, but it didn't burn me. He finally lifted his eyes to mine for a brief moment and looked positively devious. This was the look that the rest of the school never saw. It was always covered by his cool, charming mask.
When his wand started moving slowly down the center of my body my mind went blank.
A cool breeze on my stomach shocked me back into cognition. I looked down at myself to find he had burned a line down my uniform, creating a perfect split. My sweater, shirt, tie, and skirt were all effectively cut in half. I gasped at the destruction. Angry and insanely turned on, all at once.
Then he hit me with another gust of wind, and the clothes fell away, leaving me only in my black lace bra and knickers. And my shoes.
My anger over my uniform fell away as soon as I saw the way his gaze drug down my body, so strong I could feel the heat from it.
"On your knees," He said, so low it sounded dangerous, "Now." And released the magic that was pressing me into the book shelf.
I wasted no time in following his instructions and was before him on the ground in two seconds. He looked down at me with heavy eyes as I reached forward to unbuckle his belt and started to slide his pants and boxers down his thighs. Tom never got completely nude. I had given up hope long ago of ever feeling his bare skin on my own.
He took a deep breath, but didn't give anything else away as his hard cock sprung free of his shorts.
His wasn't the first I had ever seen or touched, but it was the only cock I had ever revered. I relished in tasting him in my mouth. And I loved swirling my tongue around the smooth shaft, and trying to make him drop his cold mask of control even for a moment.
I would suck his cock every hour if I could. And some days it felt like I did.
I kept my eyes on his as I slid my hand around his base, thickening more every second, and ran my hot tongue up his length. His breath was shaky, but he made no noise.
Finally breaking his eye contact, I concentrated on his manhood in front of me. I took his whole cock into my mouth, hitting myself at the back of my throat and felt his hips buck, gagging me.
"Eager little thing tonight, aren't we." he asked, through gritted teeth.
"Mhmmm." I hummed around his cock, still deep in my throat. Causing his hips to come forward again.
And then I started working his cock in earnest.
I ran my tongue along the bottom of his shaft as I bobbed my mouth over him, over and over. Stopping every once in a while to run my tongue all over him and run my hands over his impossible hardness. I licked up every trace of precum, and loved how he reacted when I used hard suction and let him fall out of my mouth with a pop.
His hands were tangled in my hair, and he started to get more aggressive. I took him back in my mouth fully, and he thrust his hips forward at a punishing pace, hitting the back of my throat and making me gag. I was sure tears were streaming down my face, but I didn't care.
"Miss the taste of my cock, Elizabeth?"
"Mhmmm." I hummed around him again. Causing him to twitch in my mouth. He was so close.
"I bet you did," he was saying through gritted teeth, while increasing the rhythm of his hips. "You're going to take all of it, aren't you? Like a good little whore."
I took him out of my mouth and kissed a drop of precum from the tip of him, and looked him in the eyes. "Yes, sir."
"Does it get you off to have me in your mouth?" he said, tightening his grip in my hair.
My knickers were in fact drenched, and I was dying to touch myself. But knew he would never allow it. I nodded before taking him fully in my mouth again.
"Does your father know you like to suck dick so much, Elizabeth? Does he know his precious little girl is nothing but a whore for bad old Tom Riddle's cum?"
His words were doing dangerous things to me, and I felt my eyes flutter closed of their own accord. No one had ever spoken to me like he did in the bedroom. I was shocked that I loved it as much as I did. Had started to need it.
"Look at me. Now. Look at me when I cum."
As my gaze landed on his, warm liquid filled my throat and mouth. His eyes were slitted, but still on my own as he breathed heavily through his release. I swallowed every drop he gave me.
He slid his still hard cock from my lips and stepped back from me, but didn't offer me a hand to stand up.
"On the table." He said, while he slid his pants back up and tucked his erection into them.
Guess it was my turn. My body thrummed in anticipation.
"Yes, sir." I whispered, hoping the words he loved would earn me even more pleasure.
I made my way to the table and sat on the edge of it. My chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace as he made his way towards me, not a hair out of place and fully dressed.
He spread my thighs and stepped between them, before placing his hands on either side of me, leaning down so his eyes were level with mine.
"What a sight you are, Elizabeth, with my cum dripping down your chin."
He reached his thumb out and wiped some moisture that must have escaped my lips. My eyes widened as he placed the thumb between my lips until I opened my mouth to him. "Good girl." he whispered, eyes on my mouth. When I had licked his thumb clean, he slid it out of my mouth and down to my sternum, leaving a trail of my own saliva in its wake.
Then he spread his large hand there and pushed, hard.
I fell back to lie on the table, thighs shaking with anticipation. Tom stood there looking down at me for a moment, before slowly sinking to his knees before me.
"Merlin, Elizabeth. You are so wet for me. Eating my cum always makes you so wet, doesn't it?"
It did. So did his dirty words.
"Yes, sir."
He slid his hands up my bare legs until they rested on my thighs. He rubbed teasing strokes along my skin, getting closer and closer to my core. I was struggling to be still, and earned a pinch to my inner thigh.
"Behave." He drawled, taking great pleasure in chastising me.
I was breathing heavily, but managed to be still. Even though all I wanted to do was find some friction.
Finally, after more teasing, his fingers moved to the apex of my thighs where the lace of my knickers started.
My eyes fell closed and I stopped breathing, waiting for him to finally touch me where I needed him to so badly.
His deft fingers slid under the lace, and then I felt his hand ball the fabric up into his fist, before he tugged, ripping the fabric and removing it from my skin.
I didn't have time to react before his head had lowered to me and he had wrapped his lips around my clit, sucking hard.
"Shit!" I yelled out, hips bucking off of the table, before slapping my hand over my mouth.
His lips released me but he didn't lift his head as he said, "Bad girl," in such a low voice that I felt a tremor go down my spine.
When I tried to respond, I found my mouth was moving, but no noise was coming from it. The bastard had cast a Silencio charm on me. His nonverbal magic skills were scary good. I lifted my head off of the table to question him, but he ignored my silent pleas.
Instead, he looked me in the eyes, dark head still between my thighs, as he ran a long finger up my slit, stopping at my clit to swirl my wetness around the bundle of nerves.
"Something to say, Elizabeth?" he asked me, an evil glint in his nighttime eyes. I tried to level him with a glare, but my head fell back onto the table as his finger entered me suddenly. When his mouth found my clit again and a second finger joined the first, I was actually glad for the Silencio charm. Without it, I would surely be filling the library with my screams and moans.
He was so good at this, I couldn't even think straight. The only coherent thoughts in my head were how good his silky hair felt against my thighs, how he used his teeth on me in all of the right spots, and how his fingers were curling to hit a spot inside of me that made me black out for a few seconds.
My back arched off the table as he ran his tongue up my slit, following the same path of his finger, while thrusting his fingers deeply into me.
In contrast to the buzzing in my brain, the library was silent. All I could hear was the sound of him breathing against me, a handful of breathy moans he was letting slip out, and my wetness against his face and fingers.
When he slipped his fingers out of me and replaced them with his tongue, thrusting into my core while using his teeth nip at my lips, my walls started to clench around him, signaling my release was close.
His hand that had been inside of me slid all the way up my body before slipping into my mouth. I happily sucked his digits into my mouth, tasting myself there. He used his other hand to insert three fingers into me, I heard him mutter something about how tight I was. How wet.
I started to ride his fingers, and he focused his mouth back onto my clit, his other hand now clasped over my mouth. I realized I could hear myself again, moans and curses muffled by his large hand. So his Silencio charm had finally faltered.
Good, I thought. He was finally losing control.
I looked down myself at him, those raven locks askew from my fingers tangled in them, his eyes closed tightly as he feasted on my pussy.
I finally came apart on his mouth as I watched him suck my clit into his swollen lips. I couldn't control myself as I pushed myself harder into his face and bit down hard on his hand over my mouth with a muffled scream.
He stood swiftly, and I could feel my release dripping onto the wood of the table. He pulled the hand away from my mouth and regarded it in the light of the moon. There was a trickle of blood running down his arm. He muttered something under his breath, not even having to pick up his wand, wherever it was, and the blood disappeared.
I sat up on the table to watch him do this, and was still panting from my orgasm when he turned his gaze to me. He looked feral with lust. It sent a shiver through my veins.
"I have to admit, Elizabeth," he drawled as he reached behind me to unclasp my bra and slid the straps over my shoulders. His eyes swept down my bare chest as the article fell to the table, "Yours is the most delicious cunt I have ever tasted."
I had to restrain myself from whimpering. His words and his gaze had the fire blazing in my belly again, already.
He stepped back between my thighs, pressing his pants-covered erection to my dripping core. His hands wrapped around my head before sinking into my hair and pulling my mouth to his. He was finally acting as eager as I was, and sucked my tongue into his mouth before letting them lazily tangle together.
My hands were flat on his chest, and I longed to touch his bare skin. I had just plucked up the courage to run my hands down his hard stomach to pull his shirt from his pants, when his mouth moved to my neck. "Don't." he whispered into my ear, before biting into the tender skin right under it.
I moaned as he licked the spot he just bit and gave into the urge to rub myself against his erection. I knew I was ruining his pants with my wetness, but I was too lost to him to care.
I gave up on my wish to feel his bare skin, and settled for sinking my fingers into his hair.
He continued his assault on my neck, biting down hard on the spots he knew I loved, before soothing them with kisses and licks. He didn't seem to mind that I was grinding my bare pussy onto his slacks. In fact, he started thrusting his erection in time with me.
Into my neck he whispered, "You are so shameless, Elizabeth. Grinding your dripping cunt all over my pants. I'm going to make you lick it all off after this. Every fucking bit."
I moaned as he emphasized his words with thrusts.
His bites and kisses eventually traveled south, and I almost screamed when he bit into the soft flesh of my left breast, before taking my nipple deep into his mouth.
I was close to coming apart again, just from humping him through his pants and his mouth on my body. He seemed to sense this, and slowly ground his cock against me, hitting my clit over and over, and then biting my nipple, hard.
"Fuck!" I couldn't stop myself from yelling as he pushed me over the edge for the second time tonight. My head was spinning from the force of my orgasm.
Tom chuckled, before licking a slow, lazy circle around my nipple. "Thank Merlin I cast the Quietus,. What would you do if poor old Headmaster Dippet ran in here to see what the screaming was about? He would certainly perish at the sight of perfect Elizabeth Lewis totally nude and rubbing her cunt all over the front of Tom Riddle's uniform slacks."
My breaths faltered as I tried to compose myself from coming so undone by him. But Tom was still pressed against me, cock harder than I had ever felt it, even through his pants. He pushed me back to lie on the table again and thrust against my clit, making me moan. His hands found my breasts and he pinched both of my nipples as he hit my clit again.
"Oh, Merlin," I breathed out, through my moans. With his hands and body on mine, there was no way I could stop the heat from pooling low in my belly all over again.
"Would you like that, Elizabeth? If someone caught us? It gives you a thrill doesn't it? I remember how wet you were that time I fucked you in the staircases when everyone was in class last year." He asked, in a low voice that curled around my brain like opium.
One of his hands had slid around my neck and the other was at my cunt, thumb turning circles around my clit. I was shaking and oversensitive from my previous orgasms.
"I know what you like. You like to call me sir with my cock in your mouth, don't you?
All I could do was nod.
"Mhmm," his hand was finally moving to his belt. Too slowly for my liking. He loved to tease me.
"You like when I choke you when I cum, too, don't you?"
I nodded again, closing my eyes. I felt drugged. So close to breaking into a million pieces.
I heard the sound of his zipper going down.
"You like it when I spank you when I fuck you from behind, don't you?
I breathed out heavily, but nodded. It always mortified me later to think of the things he said and did to me. And of the things I said and did to him. But in the moment, it all felt so good. So right. I was powerless to resist any of it. Any of him.
In the next moment, his hands had slid to grip my hips and he pulled me over the edge of the table until I was standing. His cock was free and pressing into my belly, slicking my skin with his precum.
His hands slid to my ass as he pulled me tighter against him, kissing me deeply before flipping me around, sending my long hair flying as I twirled around. One hand on my ass and one in my hair, he pushed my head until I was resting my elbows onto the table in front of me.
"Mmm." he said as he slid his hand over my ass, and then gave it a sharp slap.
I whimpered at that. The pain shocked me, but it was quickly followed by a rush of heat to my center and I squirmed against the table. Desperate for any sort of friction against my clit.
"You are such a bad girl." he said, as he gripped my hips with tight enough hands they were sure to leave bruises, and rubbed the head of his cock against my soaking entrance.
I had waited too long for this for him to tease me. So I did what I knew he had been waiting for the whole time.
I begged.
"Tom…" I almost sobbed. "Please."
I heard him exhale loudly. He loved being called sir, he really loved being called Tom when we fucked. And he adored when I begged.
I screamed with pleasure as he slammed his hard cock into me in response to my plea. He slapped my ass hard as he began his hard thrusts into me. One of his hands then slid around us and came to my clit. It stayed there, circling, and pinching until I was pushing my ass back to meet him thrust for thrust. I was already desperate for another release.
His other hand slid up my back into my long hair and wrapped it around his fist, forcing my head up.
"You are so desperate for it, aren't you, Elizabeth? He asked through gritted teeth as he pumped his cock in and out of me, as if he could read my thoughts. "So desperate for my cock inside of you. So desperate for my cum to be dripping down your thighs as you sneak into your bed tonight."
"Yes...yes." was all I could say around my moans. If anyone ever knew the things he whispered to me in these moments, I would die from embarrassment. But right now they had me tightening myself around his cock inside of me.
"I want you so sore tomorrow, that you think of me every time you sit down. I don't want you to clean up, either. I want your thighs sticky with my cum all day tomorrow. Understand?" He said, as his rhythm increased and the pounding got even harder.
"Yes, yes, anything Tom." I was so desperate for it, for him. He was right.
"I'll find you tomorrow and check, Elizabeth. Trust me. I'll find you." he punctuated each word with a hard thrust.
He was just as desperate for release as I was, I realized. The thought alone had me moaning loudly and my head spinning.
"I believe you, Tom." I managed to mumble out. "I- I." I was thinking wild thoughts about him, but some sense of self preservation came over me and made me close my mouth.
"What? You, what?" he growled as his rhythm turned bruising and the front of my hips banged into the wood of the table in front of me.
I was meeting him thrust for thrust, and was so close to the edge that my legs felt weak.
Suddenly, he stopped moving, but kept his cock buried deep inside of me. His hand on my clit stilled too.
"Tell me what you were going to say, Elizabeth. Or I swear to Merlin I will…"
I gave up and cut his words off, not wanting to think of the consequences of not answering him.
"I love when you fill me with your cum." I whispered, and it was the truth. "I love feeling it drip down my thighs when I'm sitting in class, or at breakfast. I love how it tastes, how your cock tastes in my mouth. I love how you fuck me. No one has ever made me feel like you do."
He finally moaned loudly for the first time all night at my confession and resumed pounding his cock into me. For once, he seemed at a loss of words. The only noise coming from his mouth were moans and low curses.
The hand in my hair tightened even more, and he pulled my head back so I was standing almost straight up, and felt the cotton and wool of his uniform against my back. He buried his face into the crook of my neck, and bucked my ass into him as he bit down.
"Tom," I moaned, and was rewarded with a delicious moan escaping his lips into my ear.
"You feel so good around my cock, Elizabeth." he purred, as he pounded into me.
His thrusts reached a fever pitch and his fingers on my clit kept time, until my head was rolled back against his chest. His lips were still attached to my neck, sucking hard. He reached his other hand around to my breast and pinched my nipple, and my thighs started to quiver.
The pressure started to build in my belly, and I finally came apart around his cock, his name escaping my lips with a scream.
"Yes…" he hissed as he pounded into me, harder than ever. His body against me was the only thing keeping me standing at this point. "I love the way my name sounds on your lips when you come for me." He said through his moans, as he thrust into me hard three more times, before spilling himself into me.
Neither of us moved for several minutes. He stayed inside of me as we caught our breath. His arms wrapped around my stomach to keep me standing, as if he could sense how weak I was from the past hour.
When he finally pulled out of me with a wince, I found I was, in fact, dripping. He noticed too, and I caught him smirking.
The thought of some idiot Hufflebpuff sitting in this spot tomorrow, working on their Herbology homework, gave me an undeniable thrill. I know it gave Tom one too. He'd get hard thinking about it tomorrow and follow through on his promise to come find me.
He was zipping himself into his trousers again, and I took in the ruined mess that used to be my uniform.
"What the fuck am I supposed to wear?" I asked him incredulously.
Once the sex part of our arrangment was over, he wasn't the boss of me anymore. And I never let him forget that fact.
He looked down at me, one corner of his mouth quirked up, "You're a witch aren't you? You'll figure it out." And then he walked towards the library doors without looking back.
"Leave those marks on your neck, Elizabeth." he said, "I want to see them tomorrow at breakfast." And then he had slipped through the doors and was gone.
"Bastard!" I whispered, as the doors closed shut behind him. I ran my hand up my neck, like he did so often, and winced at the countless tender spots there. Like hell would I leave them there for my friends to question me about.
"Bastard." I whispered again to no one as I figured out what to do with my ruined uniform.