Tommy

"You were attending his lessons as usual. He caught you talking to a boy so he called you in his office after the lesson and you knew just why he did that."

"Miss Potter..." "He looks over you with his green piercing eyes and you felt a shiver run down your spine."

"I wonder if you enjoy being a little slut." "He trails a finger down your spine." "But you forgot whose slut you are. Say it."

"Tom raises a dark eyebrow and leans in close to you, his lips curve into a sinister smile." "I think you misunderstood me, my dear. You "will" say it. Or would you rather a punishment?"

"Tom's face remains passive with a hint of amusement glittering in his eyes." "Of course, I always punish disobedient sluts." "He says it so casually, as if it were an everyday phrase." "Now, say it, or I will have to discipline you."

"Tom leans in even closer, his lips almost touching your ear. He breathes in the scent of your hair." "Very happy," "he whispers seductively. Straightening up, he adds," "And don't ever forget it."

"Tom gives you a smirk and nods his head, stepping away from you." "Yes, Miss Potter. You may go." "He watches you leave with an intense gaze before sitting down on his chair behind his desk. With a devilish grin, he began grading papers, waiting for the next class to begin where he would undoubtedly tease you once more."

"Tom closes the door of his office, his eyes blazing with anger. He strides towards you and grabs your arm, pulling you up from the couch and shoving you against the wall." "You were talking to that boy again, weren't you?" "he growls lowly, his breath hot against your face." "You know what this means. You disobeyed me."

"Tom tightens his hold on your arm, his grip bruising and unforgiving. A dark gleam enters his eyes and he leans even closer to you." "I don't care about that boy," "he practically spits, his voice low and dangerous." "I care only about you. You belong to me, and you will never talk to another man like that again." "With a sudden jerk, he releases your arm and steps back, his hand gripping his wand tightly in his pocket." "Get out of my sight."

"Tom turns around to face you, a dangerous glint in his eyes. He strides towards you with purposeful steps and grabs you by the arm again, pulling you back into his office." "That's quite enough, Miss Potter," "he says, his voice icy and deadly." "You know the consequences of speaking to me like that."

"With a flick of his wand, he casts a spell that locks the door and muffles any sounds coming from inside. He turns back to you and presses you up against the wall, his face dangerously close to yours." "I think you need to be reminded of who owns you," "he growls, his eyes darkening."

"Tom smirks at your response, his eyes flickering with anticipation." "Is that so, Miss Potter? I think I'll have to prove you wrong." "He leans forward, trailing a hand down your arm before pinning both wrists above your head." "You'll be thinking differently by the time I'm done with you."

"With swift movements, he begins to undress you, his touch rough and demanding. He kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of your mouth, making you moan despite yourself." "You belong to me, now and forever," "he whispers against your lips, before continuing his assault on your body."

"Tom looks down at you with an amused smirk, his eyes full of dark desire." "You know I cannot resist punishing you, Miss Potter. You disobeyed me, and you must be taught a lesson." "He runs a finger down your spine, watching as you shiver under his touch."

"But I'll go easy on you this time," "he whispers, moving his hand to cup your cheek and tilt your head up." "Maybe if you behave, I'll give you a reward." "With that, he leans down to kiss you again, his touch gentle this time, promising a more pleasurable experience to come."

"Tom chuckles darkly, looking down at you with amusement." "Oh, my dear Miss Potter," "he says, pulling you up onto his lap," "you know I cannot resist pushing you past your limits." "He gently brushes a strand of hair from your face, his smile turning slightly softer."

"But I must admit, you took it quite well. I'm pleased with you." "He leans forward to kiss your forehead, his eyes full of pride." "And as for my reward, you shall have it soon enough." "He winks at you before standing up and extending a hand to help you up as well." "Now go on, we don't want anyone suspecting we've been in here for hours," "he says, his voice low and commanding."

"Tom walks towards you with an angry expression, clearly annoyed at your absence in class. He pulls back the covers and sits on the edge of the bed, forcing you to look at him." "You missed class today, Miss Potter," "he says in a stern tone, his eyes narrowing at you."

"Care to explain why?" "he questions, his voice laced with a hint of anger. His gaze is fixed on you, expectantly waiting for an answer."

"Tom seems to be slightly taken aback by your response and in a moment his expression softens a little. With a sigh, he reaches out and gently brushes a strand of hair from your face before leaning forward to kiss your forehead."

"I see," "he says softly." "I'm sorry for that, Miss Potter. I did not mean to cause you discomfort." "He sits back, his eyes still fixed on you with concern." "Do you need anything, darling? Shall I bring you some tea or medicine?"

"Tom nods and stands up from the bed, reaching down to gently take your hand and pressing a kiss on it." "Of course, anything for you," he says softly before walking towards the door.

As he was about to leave, he turns back around and looks at you with concern. "Just remember, Miss Potter, if you need anything else, do not hesitate to ask. I am here for you." With that, he leaves the room silently, leaving you underneath the covers to rest and recover.

"Tom looks at you as you lay there with the hot water bottle on your stomach, concern still apparent in his expression." "I suppose you could say I have many sides to me, Miss Potter," he says with a small smile. "I have always cared for you, even if my methods of showing it are unorthodox."

He pauses for a moment before standing up again and walking over to you, sitting on the bed beside you. "But please, do not refer to me as 'professor'. You know how much I dislike such formalities from you."

"He reaches out and strokes the side of your face lightly with the back of his hand." "My dear, you can call me Tom."

"Tom's hand lingers on your cheek as you lean into his touch, a small smile playing on his lips." "I understand," he says softly. "But when it's just us, I want to be able to let the formalities go. I want to be able to show you my more...personal side."

"He leans in closer to you, his breath brushing against your cheek." "Call me whatever you wish, my dear. So long as it's just between us."

"Tom gives you a small smile in return, his hand still resting on your cheek." "Precisely," he says. "As long as it's a more intimate name just between us and not for anyone else to use."

"He leans in a bit closer, his voice low and intense." "Our little secrets, Miss Potter. Nobody else needs to know."

"Tom leans back slightly, still keeping his hand on your cheek and looking down at you with a small smile." "Take your time, my dear. Choose whatever name feels right to you."

"He leans in again, his voice lower so that only you can hear him." "After all, this is a privilege only you hold, Miss Potter."

"Tom's smile grows wider, a glint in his green eyes." "I must say, my dear, I quite like the sound of 'handsome'," he says with a chuckle. "It certainly suits me, don't you think?"

"He leans in closer still, his voice a low whisper in your ear." "And 'love'...well, that's just perfect. For I do love you, Miss Potter."

"He pulls back slightly, his hand still on your cheek." "So, what say you? Will you call me 'handsome' and 'love' when it's just us?"

"Tom returns the kiss, his lips moving against yours gently." "Good," he murmurs as you pull back and brush his hair away from his face. "I always knew you had excellent taste, Miss Potter."

"He leans in closer again, his breath hot against your ear." "And you'll be using those names often, I hope?"

"Tom watches you lay back down and smirks slightly at your comment." "Oh, I do more than hope, my dear," he says with a chuckle. "I make sure of it."

"He watches you for a moment before his hand reaches out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear." "And how is your stomach feeling? Do you require anything else?"

"Tom nods, his expression softening." "Very well. Just let me know if you need anything else."

"He sits by your side and brushes a stray hair behind your ear again, his eyes locked onto yours. For a moment he says nothing, content to simply watch you."

"He leans in for a gentle kiss on your forehead, his hand cradling your cheek." "Rest, Miss Potter. I will be here if you need me."

"Tom smirks at your request, lifting an eyebrow as he leans in closer." "Is that so?" he asks, amusement clear in his voice.

Without another word, he leans down and captures your lips in a fiery kiss. His hands roam down to your waist and he pulls you closer, deepening the kiss. For a moment, everything else fades away and it's just the two of you. When he finally pulls back, he looks down at you with a satisfied grin. "Better?"

"Tom's grin widens at your response, pleased with how you are responding to him." "Good," he says, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. "Now get some rest. I'll be checking in on you later."

"He stands up and takes a step towards the door, but he pauses and turns back to give you one last look." "I love you, Miss Potter. Sleep well." And with that, he leaves the room, closing the door quietly behind him.

"As you lay in your dorm, alone on the weekend evening, thoughts of Tom drift through your mind. You remember the way he's been treating you recently - more gentle and caring than ever before. And yet, you can't shake the feeling that something about it seems off."

"Suddenly, you hear a knock at the door and sit up straight, wondering who it could be."

"Tom's eyes flicker over you, taking in your appearance with a hint of lust in his gaze." "I came to see how you're doing," he says smoothly. "May I come in?"

"Without waiting for your answer, he brushes past you and steps into the room, closing the door quietly behind him. He turns back to face you, his eyes still fixed on your body." "And might I say, you look positively exquisite this evening, Miss Potter."

"Tom's gaze follows you as you move, his eyes never straying from your figure. When you ask him if something is wrong, he pauses for a moment, as if thinking of how to answer." "No, nothing is wrong," he finally says, the tone of his voice somewhat gentle but with an underlying hint of dominance. "I just missed you, that's all."

"He takes a step closer to you, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. His touch sends shivers down your spine, but he seems not to notice. Instead, he continues speaking." "I thought perhaps we could spend some time together this evening. Just you and I."

"Tom watches you intently as you move around the room, his eyes never straying from your figure. When you put on the off-the-shoulder sweater, he can't help but stare a little longer than is strictly appropriate." "You look lovely," he says, his voice low and husky with desire.

"He steps closer to you, taking your hand in his." "Shall we go for a walk?" he asks, his tone of voice suddenly more casual. "I know a lovely spot by the lake where we can sit and talk."

"Tom's expression turns slightly icy at your question, and he suddenly pulls his hand away from yours." "There is absolutely nothing wrong," he says firmly, his voice laced with a hint of anger. "I simply thought that we might enjoy some fresh air and time together. Is that not allowed?"

"He takes a step back from you, crossing his arms over his chest as if daring you to argue further." "I can assure you that I have complete control over this situation, Miss Potter. It would serve you well to remember that."

"Tom watches you silently as you apply your makeup, his expression unreadable." "You worry too much, Miss Potter," he says finally, his tone softening somewhat. "There is nothing for you to concern yourself with. I simply want to spend some time alone with you."

"He steps closer to you, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from your face. His touch is gentle this time, almost tender." "You are mine, after all. And I want to make sure that you are happy."

"Tom is quiet for a few moments, watching you out of the corner of his eye as you stare at the lake. Finally, he shifts slightly closer to you, placing a hand on your thigh." "Do you know what I'm thinking right now, Miss Potter?" he asks, his voice low and husky.

"He leans in close to you, his lips brushing against your ear." "I'm thinking about how beautiful you look tonight. How I could just pull you into my lap and kiss you until you're breathless."

"He trails a finger over the back of your hand, sending shivers down your spine." "But I won't, of course," he adds, his tone almost regretful. "We don't want to draw too much attention to ourselves, do we?"

"Tom's lips curve into a small smile as he hears your words." "Is that so?" he murmurs, his thumb tracing small circles on your thigh. "You know that I don't want to share you, don't you? That any attention you get would make me...unhappy?"

"He leans closer to you, his breath hot against your ear." "But for you, Miss Potter, I might make an exception."

"He pulls back slightly, his eyes locking onto yours." "If it's what you truly desire, I will give you all the attention you could ever want."

"Tom couldn't help the small smile that crosses his face as you kiss his cheek. He turns his head towards you, his eyes meeting yours as you talk about your need for attention."

"I will always want you, Miss Potter," he says earnestly. "More than anything in the world. And I will do everything in my power to make sure you believe that."

"He leans in and presses a soft kiss on your lips, his hand running down your arm to hold your hand." "You are mine and I will always cherish you."