𝘵 𝘰 𝘹 𝘪 𝘤 𝘪 𝘵 𝘺 {t.r}

-three-

As anger built up inside of me, I seethed the common room password through clenched teeth and angrily slammed the door shut. I saw Tom sat on the common room couch through my eyes that saw red. I don't understand why I was so angry, but Ailen just pissed me off right then. He saw my expression and smirked, "Ooh, someone's mad," he said, rolling his tongue around the inside of his mouth.

"Fuck off Tom," I snapped.

"What?" he gasped in disbelief, not used to being disrespected so much.

"You heard me, I said, and I quote 'Fuck off Tom'," I repeated myself, speaking harshly and crisply.

He walked towards me and pulled the same stunt as earlier: apparating us into his dorm without me being able to blink. He pushed mw back into the door and began wrapping his hand around my throat, the other holding a wand and he muttered, "Muffliato." He began forcefully kissing me, biting my lip rarely and our tongues fighting for dominance. He pulled away and moved his veiny hand to the side so half of my neck was showing and the other was being choked. He began trailing kisses aggressively down my neck as I bit my lip, preventing any moans that could exit my lips. His hands went under my top and he unclipped my bra, letting it drop to the floor as he removed the hand around my neck to take my top off. 

He pulled away from my neck and threw me onto the door. "Undress yourself. Quickly," he commanded, going over to the drawer next to his bed and pulling out what looked to be handcuffs. I gulped as I began taking my skirt and thong off. He tied one hand to one side of the headboard, and the other hand to the other. He moved away from my hands and hovered down to my pussy. "You fucking slut," he muttered, as he began flicking his tongue and eating me out slowly. 

As I held back moans, he stopped. "Fucking scream my name," he demanded, then went back to eating me out.

"Tom," I moaned, his tongue flicks getting even more intense. I tried to get free, to go down there and suck his dick, but the handcuffs were too strong. Eventually, after a few minutes, he used his thumb to circle my clit. Becoming a moaning mess, I moaned his name through slurs and he stopped. He unzipped his pants, and pulled down his boxers. He pulled out his dick, and I realized it was approximately around 13 inches. I tried not to stare open-mouthed, but it was bigger than any other guy who I have had sex with.

He smirked as he leaned down to me, whispering, "A little whore like you has got to be punished," The feeling of sexual satisfaction I felt then was immense, but I chose not to show anything.

"Then punish me," I whispered back seductively.

He pulled away, still smirking manically. He rubbed his tip against my entrance, and eventually I could feel myself almost pooling. He finally stopped teasing and began pushing himself in-and-out of me mercilessly. As he pounded, I moaned and groaned his name. He threw his head back and let out a low grunt, as his lips parted and he licked his bottom lip. "I-I'm gonna cu-" I said throughout slurred moans.

"Cum? Go ahead you fucking tart, I'm not stopping you," he growled lowly, now facing me and holding eye contact with me.

As my walls tightened around his dick, I released myself and he smirked, then releasing himself in me seconds after. He let out a groan and then pulled himself out of me. He put my clothes back on, but didn't bother to undo the handcuffs. "Please, undo the handcuffs," I pleaded.

"No point, you can't walk after that," he stated the obvious.

I rolled my eyes and then a thought passed my mind. Did he use a condom. "Oh, can't forget," he said, running a hand through his hair as he grabbed his wand from the table. He pointed it at my stomach and I understood what he was doing, "Fetus Deletus."

I sighed in relief as I watched him exit the room, but still leaving me handcuffed. It started getting more uncomfortable by the minute, and eventually I just got tired of it and fell asleep. When I woke up, I was unhandcuffed, yet on the floor. I looked up and saw Tom in the bed, and looked out the curtains. It seemed to be dark and I stood up. My walking back was a bit wobbly and trembly, but I still made it. Ailen and Callum were in bed together. His arm was wrapped around her waist and she was snuggled into him. It was cute and I silently got changed into pyjamas. 

I slid into bed, and tossed and turned. I didn't feel tired because I had already slept, but I somehow managed to force myself asleep. I woke up at 7am, but I decided to just skip lessons for the rest of the week. Besides, we had no exams and only group projects. I knew I would easily just be able to make up an excuse for why I wasn't there.

Besides, I don't need a reason. Everyone respects me. They wouldn't question me.

Callum and Ailen were kissing quietly and I held back a laugh, "Ooh, cuties," I finally gave in, letting out a cackle.

They rolled their eyes, "Shut up, it's not like you haven't been kissing someone recently. Your neck looks like you've just filmed a live porno or something," Ailen laughed, facing Callum still.

I sat there and for a second I almost forgot what had happened the night before. I rolled my eyes and then announced, "I'm not going to anymore classes this week, at all."

Both of them nodded and shrugged, knowing I did this all the time. I got ready normally and went down to the common room. Nobody else in Slytherin skipped classes much, and when they did, it was because they were hungover or too lazy. None of the professors cared if I skipped, they respected me; especially my family. I come from a rich, pure-blooded family who were some of the most well-known wizards and witches for centuries. And, they all knew that my family wouldn't hesitate to use an unforgivable curse. They had been known to before, but that was 200 years ago. Killing curse, Avada Kedavra, used it on 3 people because of their Wizard World beliefs. They were pure-bloods but friends with muggles. They were serious about how pure-bloods acted, otherwise they were no less than a mudblood. They got sent to Azkaban and died there. My mum and dad had used the killing curse once, but nobody ever found out. The secret rested in my stomach and I was forbade to ever say anything about it.

I looked out of the common room window. The sun was sucking the life out of the drained sky, with the clouds floating around freely like gas molecules. Hiding behind the clouds and the sun's radiant beam, the azure sky was holding the beautiful painting of the empyrean together.