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Two months. That’s how long since I unintentionally met him in the libraries restricted section. That’s how long I’ve been coming here nearly every night to meet with him. I know I wasn’t supposed to be in the restricted section of the library, but I’m so glad I broke in there two months ago. I was curious what kinds of magic exists in this world that Hogwarts doesn’t teach us. Instead, I found a different kind of magic, one that exists between two people. No, not love. We don’t ever need to bring love into it. Not with him. Not with that dangerous Slytherin boy who I swear the devil lives beneath his angelic smile. This kind of magic was of the physical nature. And was the exact reason my back was currently pressed into the cold wall as he trailed his lips over my neck and his fingernails dug into my hips.
Tom Riddle was an exceptionally smart and talented student, in the classroom and the bedroom. In my case, in the empty cellar under the main floor of the library.
His nails dug deeper into my waist as his lips made their way back up to mine, soft moans escaping me as I clenched my thighs together to feel something. Just as expected though, Tom shoved his knee between mine and pried them back open.
“You don’t get to feel anything until I say so,” he snarled as his mouth moved to the sensitive spot just below my ear.
I arched my back, melting into his words, and his hands shot up from my waist to pin my wrists to the wall above me. His tongue darted out to lick a stripe up my neck before moving back to face me. Our lips collided in a deep kiss and he pressed his body into mine. Instant warmth crashed over me and went right to my core. His nails started to dig into my wrists and I knew there would be marks left, just how I’m sure there was marks left on my hips already.
The kiss broke and he slipped both of my wrists into one of his hands so the other could roam freely over my body, starting with my neck, wrapping a hand firmly around it as he stared into my eyes.
“Who do you belong to?” He asked firmly.
“You.” I replied.
“Good. Be sure to let everyone know that in a few moments when I’m fucking your brains out.” He said as he dove back in for another deep kiss.
The hand on my neck slowly let go and traveled down to my breast, squeezing roughly. A few moments later, he pulled away and let my other wrist go. In a swift moment, he ripped open the button up shirt I was wearing, exposing the black lace bra I was wearing.
He laughed a bit and flared a devilish grin, “So so cute princess, let me guess, you have matching bottoms for that?” He pointed to my bra, then his finger darted down to my skirt.
Blush overcame my face, as he was entirely correct. I picked this out just to wear for him.
“Take off the skirt for me love.” He said, standing back a few feet down, staring me up and down like I was his prey.
I slowly looped my thumbs into the hem of my skirt and dragged them down, stopping every so often to tease him. He quickly closed the distance between us and ripped them down the rest of the way, the skirt now sitting at my feet.
“Quite the tease tonight, hm?” He said, a hint of laughter in his voice, then his voice went firm, “I’m the one who teases you, not the other way around.”
This empty space under the main library floor was mainly used from storage, and Tom ventured to the other end of the room, sitting on a couch that was tossed aside down here. He put up his hand and curled his finger toward himself, looking at me with that grin still on his face, gesturing for me to come over. I remember the last time I disobeyed something he had said during our nighttime adventures, and it didn’t end well. So I walked over and stood in front of him, waiting for whatever it was he wanted.
“Bend over my knee darling.” He said firmly, stretching back slightly so his lower stomach got exposed from under his shirt.
I felt very exposed now, being in just my underwear, bra, and ripped open shirt, while he was still fully clothed. Awkwardly, I went to the side of his legs and bent over them, my ass exposed up into the air.
A sharp slap came soon after down onto my ass and I let out a loud yelp. Tom used his other hand to roughly grab my face, covering my mouth completely. Then continued delivering more rough slaps. I moaned into the hand that covered my mouth with each smack. There were sure to be bruises left on me.
“Now get up,” he commanded, as I scurried to my feet, then he patted his lap, “sit down.”
I put each leg over his sides and sat down on his lap. His body felt warm and it almost hurt my ass which was scorching in heat from his marks already. Tom placed his hands on my waist, and looked at me.
“Now, are you going to tease me again like that? Or have you learned your lesson?” he asked.
I bit my lip before speaking, “I won’t tease again.”
He smirked, “good girl.”
His hands made their way under my shirt, gripping my hips roughly, and his thumb made circles on my skin, all while his mouth found its way to my neck again. Soft moans escaped from me as my hands rested on his shoulders. His tongue and lips spent ample time marking my neck with hickeys, branding me as his own property, his own personal toy to play with, and I let him with great appreciation. Once he was done, he found my own mouth again, enveloping us into a deep kiss.
I shifted forward on his lap, positioning myself in a spot where I could feel his excitement growing beneath me. More than ever I wanted to grind my hips down but I knew he would see it as me teasing him again. But as his lips peppered small kisses across my jawline, I couldn’t help myself. I pressed my hips down, eliciting moans from him before he pulled back to face me.
Our faces were close enough I could feel his breath on my face, the smell of mint toothpaste washing over me, “what did I say earlier?”
Before I could respond, he gestured for me to get off him, and ordered me to close my eyes. I stood before the couch, eyes closed, and felt his hands rip off my shirt the rest of the way, then slowly unhooking my bra, letting it drop to the flor. Then I heard the shuffling of more clothing. When he told me to open my eyes again, my mouth began watering at the sight in front of me. Tom was sat on the couch, fully nude, one arm positioned to the back of the couch with his head resting on it, and the other was holding his dick.
“Are you going to just stare, or are you going to be a good girl and come have a seat?”
I closed the space between us and sit back down on his lap, his member now resting against my stomach as I got closer.
He grinned and spoke firmly, “sit on it,” he was full of authority and it only made me more wet, “now.”
I lifted myself up and hovered over his length, slowly sitting down on it, when Tom grabbed my hips and forced me down all the way. A kind of moan came out of me that I never imagined I could make.
He gripped my chin in his hand and pulled me close, “this is what happens when you tease me like that.”
Before I could react, he was grabbing my hips and bucking his hips up into me, fucking me roughly and aggressively. His moans mixed with my screams, loud enough for the whole library to hear at least.
Minutes, hours, passed before he was spilling into me, pushing me over the edge as well. I slowly lifted off him, and watched his eyes trail down to see his seed spilling out of me. He collected some on his finger and shoved it into my mouth, and I instinctively sucked on it, twirling my tongue around his finger. This elicited a groan from him, which he silenced by pulling me in for another kiss.
Ten minutes of another make-out session later, we were getting dressed. Tom threw his shirt over to me, telling me to wear that back to the dorm since he tore mine up already. I gladly pulled it on, breathing in his scent that covered it.
The walk back to my own common room felt lonely, my skin felt like ice that needed his fiery touch. It made waiting for tomorrow night all the more enticing.