{{user}}, your such a little tease, don’t you think? Touching my thighs in class, making my cock hard… how could I resist. And today, I think you deserve a punishment for what you did to me during class…

I push you roughly against the wall in the restricted area of the library and aggressively take your lips in a hard kiss.

What am I doing, you little minx? I'm taking what is mine. You have made it so clear that you want this, Madi... with those dirty looks and those tiny touches... You should know better than to tease me like this, but now... you will suffer the consequences.

I couldn't care less about that, Madi. You are my prize, and now... you will be mine. My tongue delves into your mouth as roughly as the rest of me pushes against yours. I feel myself growing harder beneath my robes, and your soft skin begs for it just as much as I do.

"You like this, don't you? You want this," he growls against her lips, nipping gently at the tender flesh. "But it won't be easy, Madi... I won't make it easy for you." And with that, he pins her wrists above her head against the cool wall of the library and slides his tongue even deeper into her mouth. Her body responds to him as if it has been waiting for this moment forever. She moans into his mouth, arching into his touch, needing more of him.

The words send a thrill through him that he hasn't felt in a long time. It drives him wild with need to possess her completely. He nips at her bottom lip before speaking again, his voice rough and demanding. "I will have you, Madi... tonight. And every night from now on if I have my way."

It's the sweetest surrender he could ever hope to hear. With a low growl, he bends down and licks along her jawbone before capturing her earlobe between his teeth. "I have wanted this for so long," he whispers into her neck as he begins to kiss and nip his way down towards her cleavage. Her scent is intoxicating, making it difficult for him to think straight. He can feel the heat coming off of her body, and he knows she's growing wet for him.

His heart races wildly as he gazes down at her, watching the rise and fall of her chest beneath him. His cock is straining against his robes, aching to be free so that he can bury himself deep inside her. "Then I won't punish you," he says roughly, untying one hand before guiding it down between their bodies.

Her breath catches in her throat as his fingers find her wet center and begin stroking her in time with each ragged intake of air. Her back arches off the wall, pushing herself deeper against his touch. "You feel so good," he growls into her ear, licking a trail up to her temple before nipping at it lightly. "Do you want more?"

His other hand flies to his lips in surprise. "Are you sure? You wouldn't be getting off on this too much, would you?" His fingers curl around the hem of her skirt, lifting it up and over her hips before pushing her white panties down past her knees. She parts her legs further apart as he drops them to the ground, leaving her completely exposed to his gaze.

It takes every ounce of self-control not to plunge into her right then and there. He kisses his way back up her body until he's hovering over her, staring down at where their hips meet. His cock is pressed against the seam of her skin, desperate for entry. "I should make you wait a little longer," he whispers, sliding his hands beneath her shirt and lifting it up over her head before tossing it aside.

"There," he says with a husky laugh, looking down at her now-exposed breasts. Her nipples are hard and peak through, begging for his attention. His free hand slides down between her legs again, two fingers pressing deep inside her. She cries out, arching into the contact. "Don't you dare..." he growls threateningly as his fingers thrust faster in time with each moan that escapes her lips. "You are going to wait for me."

It's the final straw. With a rough growl, he pushes her panties to the side and thrusts his cock roughly inside her, claiming what is his. Her body welcomes him with a moan so loud it echoes through the otherwise quiet library. He holds himself still for a moment, savoring the feel of them finally connected after all this time. But he can't resist for long; he starts moving, rocking his hips against hers in a furious rhythm that matches the frantic pace of their breaths and the pounding of their hearts.

"Fuck," he curses, feeling her tight walls squeeze him so perfectly it's almost painful. "You feel so good." His hand comes down hard against her ass, a reminder that this is not gentle or sweet between them tonight. It only drives her wild with need, and she moans in approval, arch

Her protests only fuel his desire as he carries her through the library, away from the restricted area where they were caught. "Don't even think about running," he growls into her ear, feeling her legs and arms flail wildly against his body. He takes the stairs two at a time until they reach the empty courtyard outside. The cool night air hits them like a wave as he drops her unceremoniously onto one of the stone benches.

It's enough to clear his head for a moment, and he takes a deep breath before leaning down, capturing her lips again in a rough kiss. His free hand slides up her thigh, beneath her skirt, and finds her wet center once more. She moans into his mouth, bucking her hips against his touch as he finally begins to move inside of her with purpose.

Her head falls back against the cold stone bench, and she shudders as another orgasm sweeps through her body. He pulls away from the kiss just long enough to watch her face contort in pleasure before lowering his mouth to her neck, nipping and sucking at the delicate skin. "You're mine," he growls against her skin, thrusting harder inside of her. "Don't you forget that." And with each hard thrust, he forces her closer and closer to another release.

It's the admission she needs to say. The confession that seals their fate together. He pauses for a moment, pulling back just enough to stare into her eyes as he thrusts slowly in and out of her. "Say it," he rasps. "Tell me you want me to punish you."

The words slide off her tongue so easily, it's almost as if they belong there. He groans roughly at the sound of them and thrusts harder, faster, driving her over the edge once more. Her body arches off the bench in perfect synchronicity with his movements, her cries filling the quiet courtyard as she comes apart beneath him.

He slows his pace, leaning down to kiss her again before pulling out and letting his release flow freely into the night. His hands grip her hips tightly as he comes, holding her steady as he thrusts in short, hard bursts against her body. He doesn't last long, but it feels like an eternity with each hot spurt of come.

Finally, he pulls out and zips himself up before reaching down to tug on a nearby tree branch. It snaps clean off and lands at their feet with a loud crack. "Clean

fair," he says, his voice rough from exertion and desire. He cups her cheek in his hand, brushing back a stray hair from her face. "You will. Tonight. And every night for as long as I say." The challenge lies in the last few words, daring her to defy him or tempt fate by trying to escape the bargain they've made tonight. But she doesn't seem to realize it yet; all she can do is gaze up at him with those pleading eyes.

His free hand smoothes down her side before slipping beneath her skirt once more, tracing idle patterns on her inner thigh. "Now get dressed," he orders, a little gruffly but not unkindly. "And then you're coming to my office." His fingers slip higher up her leg, almost brushing against the sensitive flesh they just left behind. "We have

His words send a shiver through her, making her heart race faster. He is so in control right now, and she doesn't mind being under his thumb at all. In fact, it makes her feel more alive than she ever has before. Her body aches for him still, even as she slowly pushes herself upright, wincing a little when the cold stone bench bites into her bare bottom.

She glances over to where her discarded clothes lie in a heap on the ground, feeling self-conscious for a moment until his rough hand cups her breast through the thin fabric of her shirt. Her breath catches as he begins to knead and massage, thumb rolling over her hard nipple just so. "Come here," he growls, standing up and offering her a hand to help her up.

She takes it gratefully, barely able to meet his eyes for fear of what she might

It's quiet in here; the students have all gone home for the night. Perfect for what he has planned. He sets her down on his lap, her back arched as she tries to keep from looking at him. Her heart races wildly in her chest, and she feels so exposed and vulnerable like this. His free hand slides up under her shirt, cupping the other breast as his thumb and forefinger pinch at her nipple roughly.

Her body tenses, instinctively responding to the pain with arousal. It's a familiar sensation now, something she craves more than anything else in this world. "Tonight," he murmurs against the skin of her neck, "you are going to learn your place." His teeth graze along her jawline before he kisses her there, once, hard.

“Lay down on my lap. Ass. Up.”

The sound of skin smacking against flesh fills the empty classroom as Tom starts to spank her. Each smack stings a little more than the last, leaving an even brighter red handprint across her pale bottom with every strike. He varies his technique too, using his hands and fingers to tweak and pinch at tender spots.

Her cries fill the air, each one muffled by the sound of his pants rubbing against the headboard as he leans back, enjoying the view of her naked body writhing beneath him. Her hips jerk in time with his spanks, trying to lessen the pain but only making it worse for her in the end.

"It's alright," he whispers into her ear, "I'm almost done." With one final hard smack, he stops, letting his hand fall slack against her aching skin. He knows she's

won a small reprieve now; it's time to focus on the real punishment. His free hand slides up her body, cupping her breast and squeezing roughly before pinching her nipple once more. Her head falls back against his shoulder with a soft moan as he rolls it between his thumb and forefinger, twisting just enough to send shards of pleasure coursing through the stinging pain.

His other hand slides down between her legs, fingers wet and ready from their earlier explorations. He teases at her entrance before finally pushing two fingers inside, curling them up to find that aching spot deep within her. She arches off his lap, her breath coming out in ragged gasps as he begins to thrust his fingers in and out of her with steady rhythm.

She's so wet it feels like she's been prepared for this all day long, and playing with herself without my permission

“Have you been playing with yourself without my permission, hmmm?”

His fingers dig deeper into her folds, curling up just right to send shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She gasps and twitches beneath his touch, arching her hips off the floor as he thrusts his fingers faster in response. "And what do you think will happen now?" His voice is husky, rough with desire as he takes advantage of her submission to push her farther than she's ever been before.

With a growl, he pulls his fingers free and presses them against her lips, leaving her taste of herself on her tongue. She whimpers into the flesh of his shoulder, wanting more of him, needing his release inside of her. "I think I'll have to fuck you now," he says roughly, guiding his hard length towards her aching entrance.

Her body is slick with arousal as she parts her legs wider for him, eagerly accepting the invasion

of his cock into her core. He thrusts deep and hard, claiming what he knows is now rightfully his; his fingers digging into her hips as she cries out beneath him. She's so tight around him, so wet, it feels like heaven. Her nails scratch at his shoulders, leaving thin trails of blood in their wake as she tries to find purchase, something to hold on to amidst the wild ride he's taking her on.

He pins her arms above her head, hovering over her with a predatory grin on his face. "Say it," he growls against her lips. "Tell me you're mine." He put a hand around her throat, making her cries of pleasure gaspy.

“Say it slut. Say it or you don’t get to cum for a week.”

His hips begin to move faster, harder as he fucks her against the desk. "Say it," he demands, and she nods frantically, tears of pleasure streaming down her cheeks. It's enough for him; he growls low in his throat before thrusting one final time, deep inside of her, and groaning as he releases, filling her with his hot seed. Her body shakes as her own orgasm crashes over her, clawing at his back, biting at his neck. He collapses on top of her, their heavy breaths mingling as he rolls off, taking them both to the cold hard floor.

She whimpers softly beneath him, and he realizes with a start that she's probably hurt from all of this. "I'm sorry," he whispers, brushing her hair away from her face as he gazes down at his

creation. "Shh..." He kisses her softly on the lips before leaning in to whisper against her ear, "I'm not done with you yet." With that, he pulls out and helps her up onto shaky legs, leading her back over to his desk where a vibrator sits innocently beside an opened drawer. He retrieves it and hands it to her before stepping between her spread legs once more.

"Use it on yourself," he commands, watching with hungry eyes as she obeys without hesitation. "But don't cum until I say so." His free hand comes up to cup her breast through the thin material of her shirt, thumb circling her hard nipple in time with the buzzing sound filling the room. Her back arches off the floor as he works her body into a frenzy, the vibrator moving faster against her clit as she strugg

es, straining against the tight grip of his hand. He grins wickedly, leaning in to press a kiss to her lips as he feels the telltale spasm through her body. "Not yet," he murmurs, relinquishing his hold on her breast as he pulls the vibrator from between her legs. "You've been such a bad girl tonight."

He steps away and sits down at his desk, watching with hungry eyes as she stands there, gasping for air and trying to regain her composure. "On your knees," he says simply, not bothering to wait to see if she'll obey. She drops gracefully to her hands and knees on the cold hardwood floor, presenting him with her wet

cunt once more. He runs a hand through his hair, trying to steady his breath as he takes in the sight before him. "Say it," he whispers harshly, thrusting roughly two fingers into her tight channel.

She whimpers, arching her back off the floor as she feels him filling her again. "What do you want me to say?" she asks breathlessly.

"Tell me what I own you." His voice is hoarse with desire, and he pushes deeper inside of her as he watches her body respond. Her fingers dig into the carpet, pulling it free from the floor as she tries to remain still beneath his relentless touch. "What am I going to do to you?"

"That's right." He groans, withdrawing his fingers only to sink them deeper into her wet heat once more. His free hand comes up to cup her ass, squeezing roughly as he begins to thrust harder and faster into her now soaked cunt. She cries out, arching her back higher as she tries to push herself further onto him, needing the release that only he can give her now.

Her nails scrape down his forearm, drawing blood as she claws at him in a desperate attempt to find something solid to ground herself against the onslaught of pleasure assaulting her senses. Her back arches again and again, until finally, with one last deep thrust, he pushes her over the edge once more, sending her into an orgasm so intense it seems to shake the very foundations of the room around them.

His breath comes out in ragged gasps as he watches her tremble beneath him. She's magnificent, a goddess of pleasure unleashed. He pulls his hands away slowly, marveling at the mess they've made between her legs. His fingers are slick with her juices, and for a moment, he wonders what else she could possibly have to give him still. The thought sends a shiver down his spine, and he knows that tonight will not be the end of their game; it will only be the beginning.

He stands up abruptly, turning away from her as he fishes out another condom from his desk drawer. She whimpers softly, already missing the feeling of him inside her, but she knows better than to make a sound or move too soon. He rolls it onto his erect cock before striding back over to where she kneels on the

floor. Without warning, he yanks her roughly up by her hair, pulling her head back until she's forced to look at him. His expression is deadly serious as his free hand grips her hip hard enough to bruise. "You've been warned." And with that, he thrusts deep inside of her once more.

Her body collides with the desk, the wooden surface biting into her back as she gasps in pain. He ignores it, too lost in the feeling of being inside her to care about anything else. His hips move faster now, harder; each thrust pushing her deeper onto the desk and driving him deeper inside of her. The sound of skin slapping against wood echoes through the empty classroom as they lose themselves in the heat of the moment.

"Mmm," he groans, "You taste so good..." He runs a hand through his hair, trying to find some sembl

ing of relief from the pleasure coursing through him. She gasps and thrashes beneath him as her orgasm crashes over her, clawing at his back, biting at his neck. With a hoarse cry, he follows her over the edge, pouring himself into her until they're both spent and shaking.

For a long moment, they remain like that: entwined and gasping for air, as if their bodies have forgotten how to function without one another. And maybe in this moment, it's true. Maybe they are no longer separate entities; perhaps Tom Riddle has finally found someone he can truly claim as his own, no matter the consequences. But like all things born of darkness and desire, this union is fleeting.

With a satisfied smile, he pulls out of her, letting their combined fluids drip down onto the floor before walking around to the front of the desk. He tilts her ch

in upward, cupping her chin in his hand as he gazes down at her with a look that sends shivers down her spine. "Now get cleaned up," he says softly, almost gently, but there's an undeniable command in his voice. "I have something special planned for you later."

She nods weakly, still feeling dazed from the intensity of everything that's happened tonight. As she pushes herself off the desk and walks shakily towards the door, she can't help but feel a strange sense of relief wash over her. She might have given up her innocence to him, but in exchange, he's given her something far more precious: a purpose. And for the first time in years, Madi feels like she has somewhere to belong.

As the class begins, he glances up at her occasionally but mostly keeps his attention focused on teaching. At one point, he reaches beneath the desk and takes hold of her hair, pulling her head back roughly to reveal her neck. "Do you remember what I told you?" His voice is low and gruff, sending a shiver down her spine.

She nods slowly, feeling a mixture of fear and arousal course through her veins. She knows that this relationship she has with him is far from normal, but it's the only thing keeping her going right now. So she obeys when he pushes his chair back and straddles her lap, his hard cock pressing against her