Seduced By Darkness

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\"I see us inside of each other
I feel my unconscious merge with yours
And I hear a voice say, \'What\'s his is hers\'\"
-- Celine Dion\'s \"Falling into You\"

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Chapter 7 : The Morning After

As the warm sunshine rays caressed her skin, Claudia began to stir awake. She opened her eyes and looked around the room, except for her, it was empty. Sitting up in bed she winced as she felt the soreness between her legs then immediately blushed remembering why she was sore. She had on a red lace-up satin slip, it had corset inspired lacings on the sides and again she noted that she had no underwear on. She knew that Nagi changed her, how the elf did it without waking her was beyond her understanding.

The sheets were changed too, so the only proof that she had that last night really happened was the soreness she now felt. She was surprised to note that she wasn’t in any pain, it just felt a bit uncomfortable. All the nightgowns and teddies that she had were exquisite but she wondered if he meant to keep her locked in this room for the rest of her life. With an exasperated sigh she fell back onto her pillows and turned to her side, staring out the open window. She didn’t want to think about last night as she didn’t know exactly how to feel about it. He was so damn gentle with her, and although he hadn’t stayed with her the night she clearly remembered falling asleep in his arms.

Why did he act this way? Why not just force her and hurt her? Not that she wanted to be physically hurt but he confused her, and her feelings for him terrified her. She was fully aware that when she had woken up and not found him next to her she had been extremely disappointed, and that irked her. She should have been happy and relieved that he was not there. Her body should not be aching to see him again, but that’s exactly what she wanted, to see him again and be with him again. Closing her eyes for a few moments she didn’t see nor hear her door open and thus stiffened when she heard his voice.

With his hand he brushed the hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear as he sat on the edge of the bed. “Are you sore?” He huskily asked, she really hated the sound of his voice, it made her turn into a simpleton. Tom was looking at her stiff back, the satin slip she was wearing looked perfect on her. The corset lacings left parts of her skin exposed and he noted that she had nothing underneath the material. The thought made him hard, but strangely enough he didn’t want to hurt her if she was too sore to have him so soon after her first time. He frowned as he thought about this, as it made no sense to him why he cared about her comfort.

Claudia turned to look at him and saw him frowning, already in an aggravated mood she curtly said, “I am perfectly fine.” Then she turned away from him. She heard him mutter some words and then felt heat and a pulling sensation in her lower abdomen area. She gasped and sat up straight and stared at him, he had his wand in his hand. “What did you just do to me?” He put the wand away and casually looked back at her, “You are seventeen and I highly doubt that you want to be pregnant at the moment.” Her eyes widened and she looked down as she touched her stomach with her hand. Then she slowly looked up again and they stared at each other without saying anything, for what it seemed an eternity, at least to her to be.

She closed her eyes as she shook her head in an impatient gesture then scooted past him and got off the bed. He didn’t get up, instead he leaned back a little with his legs spread and quietly watched her pace about the room in apparent agitation. Tom had just gone for a swim that day and his hair was wet, which in turn dripped water on the front of his white shirt, which was almost completely unbuttoned and un-tucked. It seemed to her that he had gone to his room, started to change and then stopped and come into hers. He was wearing those damnable form fitting black breaches but she was too upset, at the moment, to linger on his appearance.

The feeling of being trapped had just doubled and she almost felt as if she had to struggle to breathe. “I have noticed that all the clothes I seem to have are nightgowns and teddies. As lovely as they are, My Lord.” She mockingly added, “You did say that when I was better that I could go out of this room and walk about the castle. Do you expect me to do so wearing this?” She whirled around and motioned to the satin slip she had on. He was tempted to tell her that if she ever dared go out of the room wearing something so revealing that he would lock her in and throw away the key. However he stayed quiet as he noticed that she didn’t appear to be quite finished yet.

“Perhaps you do, I mean what does it matter,” She laughed then, a somewhat hysterical laugh and stood about ten feet away from him with her back to the wall directly in front of him. “I am, after all, nothing but a toy, your little whore to do as you wish.” As soon as the words left her mouth she knew that it was the wrong thing to say to him. He got up so quickly that she didn’t have time to do anything but plaster herself to the wall. Both his hands came to rest on either side of her head, his face inches from hers and his eyes were flashing angrily at her.

“My whore you say?” He spoke so softly that her body shivered, “Perhaps you should see how I treat Bellatrix and then decide if that’s how you want me to treat you from now on.” Her eyes widened, with his words he implied that Bellatrix was his mistress. What bothered her, however, was not his threat of treating her as Bellatrix, no, what incensed her was to think that he was with her while being with that woman at the same time. Her hands went up and she pushed at his chest, which was quite hopeless since it was like trying to move a rock solid wall.

Hot, angry tears pricked at her eyes but she refused to cry, “Do not compare me to that bitch, it’s because of you that I am here, I don’t want to be here, you keep me in this room, obviously I am here so that you can use my body, so how in the hell do you expect me to feel about it?” She was so angry that she had actually hit him on the chest with her fists. This did nothing to him as she knew it wouldn’t. Her breathing ragged, her body shaking with anger, and something else that she didn’t want to dwell on she leaned back into the wall and stared at him.

He didn’t look angry anymore, his eyes had softened and one hand came off the wall to caress the side of her face, “You are nothing like her. That is why I would not treat you as I do her.” Closing her eyes she turned her face away from his, she really hated thinking about him and that woman. Furthermore, it made her angry to feel this way because she had the sneaky suspicion that it was jealousy. His fingers gently grabbed her chin and he turned her face up and towards him once more. “If you want to go out of the room, you will have new clothes brought to you. Do not try to escape little one, because it will be useless. The wards around the castle and those that I have put on you personally do not allow for escape to be a possibility.”

She felt caged, and not by the castle or its many wards, but by him and what she felt inside for him. “Why are you doing this to me? I don’t want this...You.” He leaned forward and she tried to keep a distance between them by pushing at his chest. “What you don not want is to want me back. I am not responsible for that little one.” She knew that he was right. She had wanted him from the moment she’d seen him. Slowly, her hands came up and gently touched his face as she leaned up on tiptoe and kissed him.

His arms went around her waist as he pulled her up to him and kissed her deeply. He walked them back to the bed as he sat down and brought her on top of him. When he moved back and leaned against the headboard she sat on his lap straddling his legs. They continued to kiss and he reached down between them and unbuttoned his pants. He broke away from the kiss and moved his head a few inches back from hers so that he could look into her eyes.

He took her hand and guided it down, seeing her startled expression he whispered, “Touch me Claudia” Her hand closed around his hardness and he groaned with pleasure. “Yes like that. Just move your hand up and down and squeeze lightly as you do so.” His voice was ragged as it was clear that he was enjoying what she was doing. It gave her a sense of power to have him like this because of what she was doing to him. She marveled at the feel of him, he felt so silky and smooth in her hand. She rubbed her thumb in a circular motion over his head which caused him to shudder. She gave him a small smile and then with her free hand reached for his shirt, she wanted it off. He helped her and took it off himself.

Without stopping the stroking of his cock she leaned forward and began planting soft kisses all over his chest. His fingers laced themselves in her hair and he silkily said, “Take my nipple into your mouth Love.” And she did, her tongue darted out and licked it, hearing his intake of breath she became bolder and closed her mouth around it. Her hand squeezed him tighter as she began sucking on his nipple. Tom leaned his head back and let the sensations wash over him. She then moved on to his other nipple and gave it the same attention. She felt a bit of wetness on her hand and his arms went around her waist as he kissed her. He pulled back slightly after a few moments and said, “I need to be inside you. I want you to ride me.”

She got on her knees and rose up a little from the bed and guided his cock slowly into her, she shivered as his length slipped into her. She shuddered, he was so big and in this position she felt like he filled her completely. He groaned, his hands went to her satin slip and he took it off her. His hands went around her small waist as she ground into him in an up and down motion. Her hands were on either side of her body for support. Tom moved forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth. He took one hand off her back to bring it to her clit, his fingers caressing it until she was panting and the knot in her abdomen exploded in waves of pleasure. He came soon after, spilling into her.

Both his arms went around her waist as he crushed her to him. Her arms went around him as she kissed his neck and laid her head on his shoulder. His hands were busy caressing her back then he moved his face, found her lips and kissed her. When they stopped kissing, they stayed entangled with their foreheads pressed together, just staring quietly at each other. She looked away first, closing her eyes. ‘What is happening to me’ she thought. She got off him and sunk under the covers next to him, wrapping her arms around the pillow, her back exposed to him.

He watched her silently, fully aware that she had just gotten very upset. Tom understood that she didn’t want to feel anything towards him, but it seemed to him that she was losing her battle which confused and upset her. He thought that people in general spent too much time dwelling in feelings such as love. Love was a completely useless and worthless emotion, as far as he was concerned. However, as he looked down at her, a foreign feeling was taking a hold of him. He wasn’t sure what it was exactly, only that he felt very protective of her, and that he didn’t like it at all. He got up from bed and quickly dressed. He wanted to get away from her to think but before leaving he leaned down on the bed and kissed her lower back, “Stop fighting me little one because you only hurt yourself.”

She waited until he left and burst into tears. “God help me, I think I’m falling in love with him.” Claudia hated the feeling, hated her weakness, how could she love him? He would never love her, he didn’t know what loving someone was, because if he did then he wouldn’t had become Lord Voldermort. His treatment of her puzzled her, it just did not make any sense from what she knew about him. No, she thought, what she knew about Voldermort. But he was Tom Riddle, and he was Voldermort but yet he wasn’t. Too tired to continue to think about it, she fell asleep as the turmoil inside of her only continued to grow.