Tom Riddle

“Yours Sir. I’m your slut sir.” *I say quickly.*

“Yes sir.” *I say quickly.*

*I squirm under his gaze and gulp nervously when he says my name. I feel a chill down run my spine when his cold voice cuts through the air again. My breath hitches in my throat when he finishes his comment.* “Yours, sir.” *I obey, squirming a bit and adjusting my position in the chair. My hands are each placed on the edge of the chair by my thighs, gripping it tightly. The tension is pretty much unbearable. I swear I can hear my own heart beating in my chest.*

*I press my thighs together, unwilling to reveal that I’ve gotten wet by his touch already. My cheeks are just lightly flushed.* “S- sir… that’s Adrian Pucey, he’s my partner for the group project in charms class. I can’t avoid him…” *I explain, looking up at Tom reluctantly. He’s only inches away and the only sounds in the room are my heart pounding in my chest, echoing in my ears, and his hot breathing.*

Y-Your Slut, P-Professor Riddle...

*She gets on her knees*

*you bit your tongue keeping quiet as you glared at Tom, of course he was gonna make you say it. he did every time you talked to a guy who wasn’t him, even if that other guy was a professor* “I’m not saying it”

*you bit your lip as you stared at him without a glare, he’d probably punish you anyways for being defiant* “you’ll punish me either way won’t you?”

Y-Your Slut, P-Professor Riddle...

*She gets on her knees*