Chapter 44

(Warning: a lil smut!!)

As Anastasia unpacked her heart sunk slightly, already missing the Summer sun and the cool water along the Dorset coast. Two letters sat on her bed, unopened. She couldn't bear to read them, despite knowing how unfair that was to Elius. At this moment she hadn't the heart to tell him his love was no longer an option for her. She hadn't the courage to sever the final ties she had to another life. She got changed and made her way to the dining hall, noticing how everyone parted in the corridors to let her saunter untouched. Anastasia found herself remembering how wonderful it felt to be envied, to be utterly feared. Before the holidays she had started to feel lonely, but coming back with stronger bonds with the boys she had more power in her step. As she headed towards the Slytherin table she felt so many people's eyes on her, even teachers, and she grinned as Tom looked up towards her. Her dark hair was pulled up tight into long ponytail, exposing the sharpness of her features and the brilliance of her green eyes. Tom pushed Avery to the side, making room for Anastasia next to him.

"We're meeting tonight." Tom whispered as everyone ate.

"Already? We all just spent the entire Summer together." Tom smirked.

"Just you and I, Miss Delaney." Anastasia stopped chewing, swallowing hard before turning to look at him for a moment.

"Where?" Her whisper even smaller than before.

"The room where we won't be disturbed." Tom began eating again. Anastasia suddenly lost her appetite, unsure of his tone. His expressionless words always confused her, she realised she could be in for any of Tom's personalities, a few of which excited her but most of which terrified her. The rest of the dinner Anastasia sat in silence, trying to calm her wandering thoughts. As the group left the dining hall to return to their common room Tom leaned in and whispered to her.

"Don't be late." Anastasia turned to tell him that he hadn't actually given her a time, but he was swiftly gone. She ran up to her room, feeling more and more nervous with each step. When she entered she immediately saw a wide thin white box sitting on her bed. She opened the note that simply said:

"12:00" 

She quickly lifted the lid and unwrapped the tissue paper to see a black satin brassiere set, with lace stockings. She gasped, quickly covering them back up with the tissue. Her hand was glued over her mouth, unable to think or process what she had just opened. She found her fingers slowly lifting the tissue again and allowed them to run over the smooth material. These were expensive. How did he even get them here, he had left for dinner before her? She sat down next to the box, and breathed deeply. She smiled, relieved and excited at the prospect of her night with Tom.

As midnight grew closer Anastasia slipped into her new set of lingerie, tingling at the touch of the satin on her skin. She placed a plain dress over it and a black cloak to hide her in the darkness. She slipped out of her room, sidling through the corridors swiftly to avoid being seen. She watched the room of requirement doors appear before her, and took a deep breath before entering to see Tom casually sitting at desk at the far end of them room. She strutted over to him, already blushing at the knowledge of what she was wearing under her clothes. As Tom looked up to her she smiled sweetly. Tom leaned back, tilting his chair slightly onto its back two legs. He grinned, the dim light caressing his pale skin, making the angles of his features even more exaggerated.

"Take it off." His low tone made Anastasia's knees go weak. She had presumed he'd want to inspect his gift, but wasn't used to him being so direct. Her cloak dropped and circled around her feet. She slowly lifted her dress over her head, holding it in front of her stomach for a moment before gently placing it onto the desk. She shivered as Tom's eyes attacked Anastasia's exposed skin. She had hardly ever let someone see her as a person, let alone see her body. Tom scanned over her breasts, covered in his black satin and smiled. Anastasia couldn't help but blush at his gaze.

"I have something for you." Tom whispered, leaning down under the desk, his eyes still glued to her body, following her stockings down to her feet and up again.

"Another gift? What are you up to Mr. Riddle?" Anastasia giggled, her fingers fiddling in front of her stomach. Tom placed a white box on the desk, decorated with a black ribbon. He wore his new smile, but Anastasia was too overwhelmed by standing in front of Tom half naked to notice. She leaned over the desk with blushing cheeks to untie the ribbon, opening the box. Anastasia gasped, her throat closing as she flickered her eyes up to Tom, only to find his expression sharp and angered. She looked back down and stared at the french maid outfit, eyes widening with fear. She hadn't noticed it was missing when she unpacked. Could he know who had given it to her?

"I...I don't-"

"Did you let him fuck you Miss Delaney?" Tom's words were sharp and jagged. Anastasia was frozen, her eyes pleading him.

"No... of course not... you're the only person I would ever..." Anastasia watched Tom reach into his pocket, his long fingers laying a small, sharp silver blade onto the table.

"I warned you." Tom slowly stood up, his tall body swerving around the desk towards her.

"Tom, he sent it to me but I never responded to him, I brought it to show you but I was embarrassed-" "Stop," Tom shook his head and placing his index finger over her lips, sealing her voice. "Put it on." Tom dragged his finger over her lips and down her chin the knife in his hand subtly running alongside, down her throat. Anastasia looked into his dark eyes, realising he meant it. She shakily reached out, grabbing the static material and placing it over he head. Tom leaned against the desk, looking her up and down as she tied up the corset-style mini-dress. She looked to Tom, and he could see that she was confused and afraid, only making him smile more. He placed his hands around the back of her neck, towering over her and bending his long neck to place a light peck on her lips. The chilled metal cooling the skin of her cheek, reminding her of her indiscretions.

"Did Mr. Lestrange get to see his whore all dressed up for him?" Tom whispered in between the touches of their lips. A shattering tingle went up Anastasia's spine.

"I would never wear this for him, my Lord. Only for you. Anything for you" Her whispers fell flat, her neves trembling through the air. Tom grabbed her waist, spinning her round and pulling her in so her back leaned against him. His chin rested on her shoulder, his hands wrapped tightly around her stomach. As he ran his hands up her front Anastasia tried to arch her back, her body overwhelmed as his spread legs stood either side of her crossed ones. Tom dragged the knife up over her dress, sliding it slowly over the goosebumps on her chest, landing on her throat.

"And why should I believe a whore like you?" Tom hissed into her ear, his lips lightly touching her skin. The grip around her throat tightened, the sleek sharpness of the knife making her stomach twist in adrenaline.

"I've never disappointed you my Lord. It's always been you and it always will. Let me prove it." Anastasia choked. Tom could feel her shudder in anticipation as her back pressed against his chest. He kept his grip tight and close, his large figure completely engulfing her.

"I could make you disappear, Anastasia." Like a snake coiling around its prey Anastasia knew she had to act. The friction between them was too intense, she couldn't handle it. She placed her hand behind her back, sidling under his waistband. As Tom's breathing deepened and he began moaning into her ear, his muscles clenched around her. The more she massaged him the more his body rocked, making the knife knick her skin. As a few drops of crimson blood dripped onto the black and white maid dress, Anastasia allowed Tom's groans to drown out the metallic stinging. Tom swiped Anastasia's hand away and picked her up, lying her on the desk. The knife separated her legs and she looked up to see Tom hovering over her, one hand around his erection and the other holding the blade on her thigh. She knew he wanted her to watch, so she didn't dare blink. Her entire body felt electrified watching him look down at her. Tom stared at Anastasia in her slutty outfit as he massaged himself. He watched the drying blood on her neck trail down through her cleavage, and he saw the desperation in her green eyes. Tom moaned and grunted, his body shaking violently. Anastasia's body went rigid as he loomed over her trapped body. Tom smiled, and he grabbed the back of her head, bending her neck. Tom forced Anastasia to look at the mess he had made of her and Elius' dress. He grinned as she stared at the wet material on her stomach. She looked up at him, and as their eyes met the grin fell slowly from his face.

"Send it back to him. Show him who you belong to."