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Yes Tom
By : Sevy14
Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female
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I follow him his quick pace allows him to reach his office door quickly. He opens it and steps inside, motioning for me to follow. "Tom what are you-"

"Get on the desk!"

"I-what?" He couldn't possibly mean… "But your things, Tom."

"You are questioning me?"

The temperature in the room dropped, I immediately got goosebumps and my body shivered, the look in his eyes colder than ice. Shaking my head I stuttered, "N-no." Moving towards the desk I look at it, how do I get on the desk? I hear the door click, lock, and Tom moving around the room to stand behind his desk. Looking at me there is only this wood desk separating us, but I could still feel his intensity, his heat, his hunger reaching out for me. I look down again at the desk, my mind muddled with what was happening and with wonder at the sudden change in his mood. "Tom I-How do I-on your desk?" I couldn't even get out a full sentence. Looking back up at him I see that he's sat down in his chair and is studying me.

"You said you want to make me happy, good. That is very good."

The last part I think he said to himself more than to me. I just stand there though, I'm playing a role; just as I did in school. Right now he wants me quiet, meek, he wants to control me, I know this. But I long for the Tom to come back that was here just a few minutes ago, the caring, kind, warm Tom. But he is gone.

"I have some papers to work on, but you shall get on the desk and help me get my work done. Come here Evangaline."

He says this as he is moving many objects off of his desk. They're from all around the world, China, Germany, Russia, the Philippines, America-his worldly items gone from sight, all that remains are some papers. Standing to his right I wait for him to tell me what to do next, thankful that Tommy is sick, asleep upstairs unaware of what is going on. Coming out of my thoughts, Tom turns in his chair to look at me, frowning.

"Well this will never do."

I wonder what he could possibly mean by that but then I realize he is referring to my dress. A large t-shirt and baggy pants is all I'm wearing, hardly a proper outfit but what I wore to bed last night, not that he was pleased about it. He reaches out and flicks his wand at me all at the same time. I look down, my baggy clothing turned into lingerie, black lace, his favorite. He's smiling at his handiwork. Looking me up and down I can only stand here uncomfortably. A sensation on my arm makes me look down and I realize that he's rubbing up and down, the goosebumps disappearing and reappearing with every pass over my skin-this pleases him I can tell. He loves how my body responds to his touch.

"Now, get on the desk."

I look at him a moment and his eyes narrow. I turn and rise my knee to place it on the desk, hoisting myself up all the while feeling too exposed and very uncomfortable. I turn to sit down and he tuts, shaking his head.

"No Evangaline, sit here, and your legs go here."

Inwardly, I was wilting with embarrassment as I positioned my body the way he wanted me to. In the back center of the desk, with my legs spread on either side of his papers. He only smiles and reaches for his quills and ink beginning to work as I sit there watching his bent head move as he considers whatever he's reading before he signs it. Five minutes must have passed before he looked up.

"Are you cold Angel?"

I shake my head no, looking at him with the hope that he sees my discomfort and allows me to leave and return to our son.

I smirk at her. My Evangaline is always so obedient that I can't help but punish her sometimes just for the fun of it. Her discomfort is amusing, but I know she doesn't see it that way. Definitely a good move on my part to choose Evangaline over Bellatrix all those years ago, she would never have been this good, no, Bellatrix doesn't know how to be obedient like my Evangaline. Of course, Bellatrix loves power, money, and magic, just as much as she worships me. That is just too many different things to have to compete with. Now Evangaline has only me and the boy. Which I suppose, I am willing to compete with for her attentions, after all he is mine and he appears to have an affection for the finer creatures in life, yes, yes I approve of the boy. Not that I shall be telling my sweet, willing, nervous, and obedient Evangaline that.

I'm sitting here, I start to feel the cold seep in through my pores. Dare I speak? Just as I was about to ask Tom to allow me to return upstairs he reaches out with his left hand and I feel his index finger draw a line over my sensitive, exposed, vagina and I take a deep breath. That was unexpected but what could I have expected, Tom seems to think about intercourse more than a normal wizard. He continues his motion, up and down, up and down, light pressure, just enough to make my insides start to tingle. "Mmm…" It was out before I realize it and I open my eyes wide-startled. His hand retreats back to his work as though nothing has transpired between us. I furrow my brow, frustrated with this yet I don't move, I don't say anything. My breathing uneven, I want him to continue. Frowning I long to feel his touch upon my skin, teasing my folds, yet I also want him to stop teasing me, to stop playing games with me. But most of all I long to be strong, to stand up to him, but I can't. He is my Tom. Or rather, I am his Evangaline-he would never allow himself to be considered anyone's anything aside from their 'Lord,' and a lord has no keepers. I must have made a sound, as deeply engrossed in my thoughts I was unaware if I had or not but I did notice Tom's quill cease movement. A few moments it was still, unmoving, just as Tom was as still as a statue, I didn't dare breathe. He begins to write again and I relax somewhat, afraid of what was to happen if I'd angered him, especially in the position that I'm in. My thoughts wander to Tommy, if he's sleeping, awake and waiting, or perhaps eating some of that breakfast that would taste so good on my tongue. I was so into my thoughts about my son that I didn't see Tom reach out once again with his left hand, only this time a finger penetrated me, making me jump out of fright.

I move my finger in and out of her slowly, enjoying the tightness that encompasses it. She's quivering, not because she's close but due to the anticipation, I'm sure of it. "Are you cold Angel?"

His movements were slow and steady the only difference was the occasional twist that he gave, the motion jolting my body into rather frenzied state. I could feel the beads of sweat start to surface. "N-no Tom." How could I be cold in this state? I think in my head sarcastically. I hate that he's playing games with me but for once-for once the game involved me reaping a benefit; of course this made me become suspicious but then again, what about Tom's actions didn't make feel somewhat suspicious. While I loved him more than the ground I walk on, I was not unaware of his plans, nor of true character, I've heard more than my fair share of conversations, read a few of his letters, Merlin, even the newspapers; I knew what type of man he was, what he was capable of-yet I couldn't help but love him. I couldn't help it. I'm dripping now, I can feel my wetness on him and I think my realization only makes it worse. He's almost done with his work, a few more parchments to go-I long to know what he's doing, why he's signing papers like he's a lawyer or something.

"That is good to hear. Would you like me to stop?" I smirk, of course she doesn't.

"I-I want what you want Tom." I didn't want to say no, because he would and I didn't want to say yes and take the chance that he actually would instead of continuing on. No matter what, I knew that I was trapped and at his mercy. I open my eyes, realizing that I had closed them due to his ministrations and look down at him; no more parchment. He stops, removes his finger and picks up the stacks of paper shuffling them and straightening them out. Leaning to his right, I see him open a drawer and deposit the papers in there. The quills and ink in the drawer above them and then he stands, his eyes washing over me before he moves around the desk and towards the door. "Tom!" I call out and I almost regret it.

I smirk at how desperate she sounds, how dependent. Just how I like her, "Evangaline."

I turn my head to see him standing there, one hand on the doorknob, the other in his pocket, casual as ever, like nothing is amiss, as though having a half naked girl upon his desk is normal. "I-I would like you to continue." I say looking into his eyes. "Please." And then I turn my head to face forward once again, praying to Circe that he does as I ask for once in my life. I don't hear a sound and my heart begins to drop only to shoot out of my chest with fright as I feel his hands upon my shoulders, rubbing them.

"Then I shall, of course, I asked and you replied differently." She is so easy to manipulate.

I bow my head at this. "I know… I'm sorry." His hands find themselves around my body and cupping my full breasts. I watch him knead them with his hands, slowly squeezing, rubbing, and pinching the nipples, the wetness become more intense as he does. He stops and my body stirs a bit. But he doesn't leave, only walks back around the desk, my stomach lurches at the sight of his arousal. I want to reach out for it but that would not be okay so I just look at it. The bulge in his pants making me wetter still; somewhere deep in my brain the thought, 'just how he likes it,' runs through and I frown a bit to look up at him smirking at me, and then turn a raised eyebrow upon me. My face flushes red, but he only reaches out again to play with my breasts and my head rolls back, my long hair tickling my back, but that is a minor irritant compared to the sensations that he's making my body feel. How long he does this I do not know but I'm lost to the feelings swirling within my body and I barely notice him scoot me to the end of his desk until my head hits his desk hard shocking out of my lust. I glare at him.

"Oops."

Like he was sincere, he had a smile upon his face, he enjoyed that. Soon though the pain begins to lesson as I realize that his member is rubbing up and down my core and take a deep breathe looking up at him expectantly.

"It has been too long Evangaline, you should return to the boy, he might be needing you." I say to her as I begin to pull my hips away but am pleased to see the disappointment in her eyes and then the fire, ah yes, her fire comes to life on occasion.

"No. He's sleeping. Please Tom. Please." I beg to him.

"Very well. But never say that I don't indulge your wishes Angel."

I nod. "Yes Tom. I won't, just please." I know I sound desperate, and I was. My body was on fire and I was having a hard time breathing. I shriek as he buries himself in me fast and hard. All hopes of him being gentle with me fade fast as he pounds into me faster and faster, deeper, harder, but somehow I can feel myself becoming wetter with every strong thrust of his hips. As he thrusts he pulls my hips to him, making the contact harder and I wince a bit but he only raises an eyebrow and goes harder-I wonder how he can keep up the pace and the pressure, but he does. Tom never slows and I can feel myself reaching the top of my ecstasy. The fire is coming closer to a bonfire. He sees it too and smiles at me, his eyes dark and narrowed, he's pleased with himself for bringing about my climax fast, he knows I'm almost there and he releases my legs, allowing them to fall down on his desk on either side of him and leans over me.

"I want to feel your release Angel." She's so close. So close. She's mine more every thrust. "Look at me Angel." She does and I reach down to apply pressure to her sex, pleased with the widening of her eyes and then she reaches up to grab my shoulders, her mouth forming a perfect 'o' and then she's there. Her insides flexing all around me and I'm in heaven, this will be my only heaven her ecstasy is my heaven and I keep putting pressure on her sex as she rides the waves of her orgasm, eyes closed now a tear running down her cheek, I wipe it away with my other hand. I slow my thrusts into her until pull out of her completely. She's breathing heavily and I point my wand at her changing her clothes back to the grubby pajamas and scourgifying first myself and then her. Tucking myself into my own pants I step away from the desk and stare at her.

I open my eyes, the light bright even though the room was dimly lit. It dawned on me that he hadn't not finished himself but rather stopped after I had reached my climax and I move to stand, my legs unsteady as I do so. Reaching out for his chest to steady myself a bit, I look up at him. "You didn't finish Tom, was it-was I not-why?" I didn't know how to feel. Was it me? What had I done to him for that to happen, he'd never not finished. He just looks down at me and then shrugs,

"Go to the boy Evangaline, he needs you."

I was about to inquire further about why he did not when I hear Tommy's voice calling out from up above. I turn and walk towards the door, stopping and turning to face Tom. "Tom I-"

"Go to my son. I will not have you neglecting him."

He said coldly as he turned around to look at his bookshelf and runs his finger along the titles and I can feel my shock upon my face. "Yes Tom," I say as I exit the room, shutting the door behind me, standing just outside the door, I lean back against it, my body still reeling from his touch, my mind reeling from the shifts of his demeanor, and my heart aching at the wonder that is my husband.
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Yes Tom	By : Sevy14 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1706 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. I make no money from this story.

Yes Tom