I spent the days after my encounter with Tom behind the Troll Tapestry in an acute type of agony. Having been left hanging, so to speak. I kept expecting a pale hand to wrap around my arm and grab me every time I walked through the corridors alone, or an owl to peck at my window with a note demanding I meet him somewhere immediately, but nothing ever came.
By Monday afternoon, I was so on edge my friends had taken notice.
"What is with you, Elizabeth? You have been acting so oddly all day." Lillian asked me as we left Transfiguration, our last class of the day.
Lillian was my best friend. We were close with Hazel and Mary, too. But they were their own little unit sometimes. I had met Lillian on the row boats that carried us across the Black Lake towards Hogwarts for the first time as First Years. She had been so nervous. So had I, to be honest, but she wasn't as good at hiding it as I was. I struck up a conversation with her about the giant squid that my dad had told me about that lived in the waters below us. At first this had seemed to make her even more nervous, but I had reassured her that it was supposed to be very friendly and would help you back into your boat if you fell in. She'd liked that very much and suggested we push a boy who had been pestering her into the lake. We had been inseparable ever since.
That boy had ended up being part of Tom's gang. Bobby Nott. He still pestered her, honestly.
But no matter how close Lillian and I were, I could never tell her about why I was so frustrated. Or anything about Tom for that matter. Gryffindors didn't associate with Slytherins. It was an old rivalry, and a strong one.
Not to mention that none of my friends liked Tom Riddle or his merry little band of pureblood enthusiasts.
Hell, I didn't even like Tom Riddle.
What we did had nothing to do with romance, or "liking" each other.
Which is another thing Lillian, or any of my friends, would never understand.
My friends were so innocent. I knew for a fact that at least Mary was saving herself for marriage, and probably had never even kissed a boy. And Hazel had only ever kissed one. A sweet Hufflepuff named Wallace that she had dated for a few months last year.
Lillian kept her romantic life pretty quiet. She didn't like to talk about it all that much. I had a feeling she was a little more adventurous than Hazel and Mary, but you'd never know what she did. Or with who. I was half convinced she had a secret muggle boyfriend back in her village. Sometimes I would catch her writing letters when she was alone in our dorm. And when I'd ask her who she was writing, she'd get flustered and avoid directly answering.
I had my secrets too, though, so I never pushed her to reveal anything she didn't want to.
"I'm fine, Lillian," I responded to her. "Just tired from classes I suppose."
We were walking up the stairs to the Common Room to stow our class things before dinner.
"You should go take a nice bath in the Prefect's bathroom. If I were you, I'd be in there every night."
A soak in the giant, pool-like tub filled to the brim with bubbles actually did sound quite nice. I might even break Tom's rule and let my hands slip under the water to finally relieve this pressure he had caused to build in me so painfully.
"You know what, I think I will do just that, Lillian. Right after dinner."
….
The Prefect's bathroom was protected by an interesting sort of magic. When the space was occupied, the entrance door in the hall would disappear. Anyone who wanted to get in would have to wait in the hall or come back later once the person who was bathing had finished and left.
So I had no qualms about stripping down until I was totally nude as the bath started to fill with hot water. I turned one of the many taps that lined the tub and filled the water with French lavender bath oil, before turning another with the same scent of bubbles. This particular combination of potions always relaxed me to the point of being a limp noodle afterwards. I hoped it would help drain some of the tension I was carrying away.
I couldn't stop the groan that escaped my lips as I sank into the hot water of the now-full tub. My au pair when I was little used to worry about how hot I liked my baths. But if I couldn't see steam rising from the water or my skin didn't turn pink from the heat, I didn't want it.
My hair was piled up on top of my head, so I sunk all the way down until only my neck and head were out of the water. The lavender oil and hot water were already causing my muscles to relax, and I let my eyes drift closed as the scented steam wrapped around my senses.
Against my mental wishes, I started to think about Tom. And what he would be doing if he were in the tub with me. Not that he would ever actually get undressed in front of me in order to actually get in the bath. But that rational fact didn't stop me from imagining his deft fingers sliding along my body, slick from the water and oil.
I lifted my hands from the stone of the tub seat and started to follow the path I imagined he would take. My lips parted as I caressed each of my breasts, causing my nipples to peak sharply. I left my right hand where it was teasing my own nipple, and let my left hand drift down my belly to where I was already throbbing under the water.
"What are you doing, Elizabeth?" a predatory voice asked from behind me.
My eyes flew open and my hands jumped off of my body. I turned around so quickly that I caused water to splash over the edge of the tub.
Tom stepped away from the puddle making its way towards him with a look of distaste on his face, before looking back to me in the tub.
"How did you get in here?" I asked him, genuinely shocked to see him standing before me, fully dressed, when I was just picturing his hands on my body.
He rolled his eyes at my question. "I figured out the magic of this castle long ago. Now, tell me what you were doing." His hands were in his pockets, and he looked totally relaxed except for a slight clench to his jaw.
I looked down at the floor in embarrassment. We had done a lot of things together, but I had never touched myself like that in front of him. It made me feel way too vulnerable.
I waited for him to say something else, but Tom was vindictive enough to make me say it. I knew that. So when he hadn't said anything for a few moments, I finally whispered, "You know what I was doing, Tom. Don't be an arse."
"Did I not tell you that I was the only one who was allowed to make you come, Elizabeth?"
I lifted my eyes to his after hearing his harsh tone of voice. His jaw was clenched tight, and his eyes had that familiar fire behind them again.
Perhaps he was just as frustrated as I was.
"Oh, come off it, Tom. I thought I was alone and had some privacy."
"Just because you are alone, in private, doesn't mean the rules change." he snarled at me. "You left me right when I was about to fill that pretty mouth of yours the other day. And you have the audacity to sit here and make yourself feel better." His voice had risen slightly and his breathing had changed, increased. "This is unacceptable, Elizabeth."
I didn't say anything. But my own breaths were coming faster, too, at the sight of him so agitated.
"Come here." he said so low it sent a lightning bolt straight to my core.
When I stood from the tub, water sloshing down me and my body slick with the bath oil and bubbles, he inhaled sharply. Not because I had done what he said to do. But because of his handiwork still all over my body.
The bruises and bitemarks from last Friday hadn't healed yet. He could see every one of the spots where he had marked me, claimed me. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, and I found his reaction to my body excited me very much.
For once, I felt like I might even be more controlled than he was.
His eyes roved over my body as I walked towards him slowly. They flared just slightly as I sank to my knees in front of him.
"I'm sorry, sir." I smiled up at him coquettishly as I unzipped his trousers. "It was very wrong of me to leave you in such a state." His breath came out noisily through his nose as I slid my warm, wet hand into his pants and retrieved his thick and hardening member.
"Elizabeth," he said in a warning tone, which I ignored. I looked into his eyes as I wrapped a hand around the base of his cock and slid my tongue up the length of it. When I swirled my tongue around the head of him, he slid his hands into my mess of hair.
When I finally slid my lips over his whole length and took him fully into my mouth, he softly groaned and cursed under his breath.
A quiet noise that from anyone else would be quite ordinary and expected, but hearing it fall from Tom's lips had my nipples hardening further and my arousal pooling at my core.
"Mhmm, that's so good." he said, but kept his hips still as I worked his cock with my hand and mouth. "Were you thinking of me when you had your hands on yourself, Elizabeth?"
"Mhmm," I confirmed in a hum around him. Causing his hips to jut forward roughly.
"Such a little slut. Aren't you?"
I hummed around him again, resulting in another sharp thrust. But this time he didn't stop. He was just picking up tempo when a sound had us both freezing.
The door to the bathroom was creaking open. Luckily the bath was just out of sight of the door when you walked in, but whoever was coming would see us as soon as they turned the slight corner into the bathroom.
I jumped to my feet and was rushing to grab my clothes and trying to think of a plausible story when Tom's hand grabbed mine. He pulled me quickly along with him to the lavatory stalls that lined the walls. He threw me in, stepped in, and shut the door just as we heard footsteps approach the bath. He whispered some spell that I assumed would hide our feet from view through the gap between the stall door and the floor.
I was completely nude, still damp from the bath, and was breathing so hard that I was sure whoever had just entered could hear my breaths.
He finished his charm, and turned slowly towards me. There was a wicked twinkle in his eyes as he appraised me standing here naked in front of the toilet with wide eyes and wild hair.
"You didn't reseal the door after you came in?" I asked him in the lowest whisper I could manage.
His only response was to shrug one shoulder casually. Like we weren't currently hidden in a lavatory stall. One of us stark naked. Tom, of course, looked nonplussed.
I was scanning my eyes down his body, noting the erection he hadn't had time to tuck away pointing up to his belly, when he slid his hands to my hips and pressed his clothed body to mine, turning us so that I was pressed to one of the walls of the stall.
I gasped when he bent his head to my neck, nuzzling his nose into the skin where my neck met my shoulders, before giving me a sharp bite. One of his hands slid up from my hips to cover my mouth.
"Can you keep quiet?" He whispered hotly into my ear. "Or do I need to silence you again?"
To be honest, he probably needed to silence me, but I would give it my best shot.
He seemed to sense this though, and left his hand pressed to my mouth as he slid his other hand up to cup my breast. I squeezed my eyes shut and willed myself to be quiet. "Open your eyes, Elizabeth." He said into my ear as he pinched my nipple roughly.
His hand caught the whimper that escaped my lips.
He pulled his head back and looked at me with dark, hooded eyes. His hand moved from my mouth to behind my head and pulled me in so that our lips were inches apart. Instead of kissing me though, he ran his teeth over my bottom lip. Taking it into his mouth and biting down. My hips pressed into him at the pleasure and pain he was causing to war in my belly.
I felt his bare erection against my skin and couldn't help grinding against it. I moaned into his mouth when he finally captured my own in a hard kiss. His hand dropped from my breast, down my belly, to my soaked entrance. His tongue found mine at the same moment he ran his fingers along my slit. I shuddered when he captured my moisture and swirled it around my clit, teasing me.
My fingers were tangled in his dark hair, and I yanked hard on his strands when he finally made direct contact with my most sensitive spot, applying expert pressure.
When our mouths finally parted, I sucked in air and watched his face as he did the same. My arms were on his shoulders now. His lips were swollen from my kisses, his hair was a mess, and his eyes were barely open. As we watched each other's face, he slowly slid two long fingers inside of me.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I whimpered, "Tom."
"Shh," he warned in a low tone, but increased his tempo. "You thought you could bathe and be clean again, didn't you?"
I looked at him then, not believing he was going to say the filthy things I adored when there was someone just on the other side of the stall door.
"You should have known I would find you and cover you with my cum again, Elizabeth."
I let my eyes flutter closed and concentrated on being quiet as he curled his fingers inside of me, finding the spot that usually made me scream. It didn't help my efforts when he slid his hand to my neck and squeezed slightly.
"Tell me what you were imagining I was doing to you in the bath." He demanded, hotly but quietly.
I took several steadying breaths before trying to respond to him. "That you were touching my breasts, and-" I paused to keep from moaning his name as he found my clit again. "That your hands slid down my body, under the water. And that you were doing what you're doing now. You were in the tub with me, and-," I was going to continue, but his fingers stilled.
When I opened my eyes, he was regarding me with a puzzled look on his face. He took his hand from neck and pussy and took a step back from me. I gasped when I saw how hard his cock was. The drop of precum on the tip had me longing to taste him again.
I was getting ready to fall to my knees for him, again. But Tom had different ideas, "Turn around and bend over" He commanded, while moving me to the back of the stall so I had to put my hands on the top of the toilet to do what he said.
He held me by the hip with one hand, and slid one around to cover my mouth before he slammed his cock into me without warning. I bit his hand again, like the other night, as my walls contracted around him.
Once he was all the way in, he stayed buried deep for a few moments. The bathroom was quiet around us. .
"They've gone." He said, in his normal volume again.
"Thank Merlin," I couldn't help but say.
He chuckled, before saying "You shouldn't thank anyone, Elizabeth. Now I can do this," right before he smacked my ass cheek sharply.
"For being such a bad little whore." he said, as he smacked me again. "You are not allowed to come for anyone but me. Not even yourself."
My ass was stinging sharply, but the pain gave way to pleasure and had me moving my hips back, impaling myself on his cock.
He gave me another spank, but finally started moving his hips to meet my own. "And I don't give a fuck-" he punctuated that word with a hard thrust, "who is nearby. Don't ever leave me like you did the other day again. I've been hard ever since."
"Yes sir," I panted as he railed me from behind, slipping one hand into my hair and yanking my head up.
"You are Tom Riddle's slut and nothing more. If I want to fill your mouth with my cum at breakfast in the Great Hall, you'll crawl under the table in your little school skirt and suck me off in front of everyone. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir." I said, feeling my belly clenching as my release started to wind up. "I love having your cock in my mouth." I honestly confessed.
He exhaled loudly.
"And I'd never take a fucking bath with you, Elizabeth." he said meanly, while increasing his tempo.
His words stung me somewhere in my mind, but I tried to ignore them and focus on the pleasure coursing through my body.
"Do you want to come now? Around my cock?"
I moaned loudly and tried to nod, but his hand was still wrapped in my messy hair.
He groaned at my eagerness and slipped a hand around us to find my clit. He stroked it for a mere moment before I was coming apart around his cock and finding my release.
"Fuck," I screamed as I lost control and came for him.
"Mhmm," he said, fucking me even harder, his balls slapping against me now, "that's it. Come on my cock, Elizabeth. I'm about to fill you up with my cum. Would you like that?"
"Yes, please, Tom." I whimpered, my walls still fluttering around him. I was so sensitive and raw from my orgasm I was about to come again.
"What do you want?" he asked.
"I want to feel you drip out of my cunt tonight as I fall asleep." I said boldly. "I want your cum to fill me up. Please, give it to me. Please, sir."
"Will you be a good little slut, then? And be on your best behavior this week?" he asked through gritted teeth.
"Yes, sir. Yes, Tom." I nearly shouted, as he slammed into me, and I came apart for a second time around his throbbing cock.
"I want you to find me tomorrow. In the library," He said, panting and fucking me impossibly harder. Even the toilet was moving under us as he slammed his hips into mine. "When everyone is there working in the evening."
"Yes, sir." I whimpered.
"You're to crawl under the table and suck my cock." He was in a frenzy now. So close to the edge. "And swallow my cum. Every single drop. Would you like that? Being on your knees for me with my big cock between those lips, with all of those people around."
"Yes, sir." I said breathlessly back. Impossibly, his words and fingers still on my clit had me cresting for a third time. My thighs shook from the building pressure in my core.
"You. Are. My. Little. Cum. Slut." He said, thrusting hard with each word. "Aren't. You?"
"Yes, Tom." I whimpered back, feeling like I was in a trance. In a fever, I slid one of my own hands to cover his on my clit.
"Such a bad girl." He said, but continued rubbing my clit just how I liked it. I slid my hand to where our bodies were meeting. He groaned as I circled his cock with my hand in a firm grip each time it pulled out of my pussy, slick with my orgasms and arousal.
He smacked my ass once more at the same time he pinched my clit, and I was utterly lost. My vision went black and I lost all control. I was still shuddering around his cock, riding out my orgasm, when he gripped my hips hard and moaned my name, spurting his hot cum inside of me.
A few moments later, he leaned over my back, hands braced on either side of mine on the toilet, and we were both trying to catch our breath. When he finally did pull out of me, we both watched in wonder as a thick drop of his cum dripped from me and fell to the stone floor.
This seemed to alarm him slightly, and he looked at me with wider eyes than I had ever seen on his face as I turned around. "You take the contraceptive potion each month, don't you?"
I laughed in his face, which caused him to narrow his eyes at me. "You're just now worrying about that, Tom?" I asked as I slipped past him and through the door to the stall. Making my way back over to the bath that was filling with new, hot water.
I turned to find him staring at me angrily.
"Of bloody course I do." I rolled my eyes.
"You're bathing?" He asked, possibly confused that I wasn't actually going to go to bed with his cum all over me. "I thought…"
I shot him a sharp look as I sunk into the water. Letting him know that the filthy things we said to one another during the throes of passion were not how I would actually live my life.
As he turned to leave, I got my parting shot in. "I know you would never take a bath with me Tom, but I would never, ever blow you at breakfast."
I think I heard him chuckle as he left me in the bathroom to clean up his mess.