Snake Eyes

Ginny groaned as she slowly began to regain consciousness. The last thing she could remember was the big costume party. You could only wear a mask; but with your cloak pulled up far enough over your head, you could be incognito well enough.
Her choppy memory settled on the vision of a boy with the snake mask. The cowl of his cloak pulled so far down that the shadow hid his eyes, making them look like dark, empty caverns. She’d shuddered but still danced with him. His steps were as sure as the smirk on the lower half of his olive skinned face.
His robes bore a green snake. He was obviously from Slytherin House, though she wondered why he’d leave his crest on. They spent most of the night together... just dancing. He never said anything to her, only kept smiling.
Finally, she’d been too tired to continue.
Her head pounded as she struggled to open her eyes.
He had soft hands, she remembered that much. And he’d said one thing to her as she began to sip the drink he’d gotten her.
Ginny opened her eyes slowly, trying hard to bring the dimly lit chamber into view.
Opening her hazel colored eyes revealed a huge stone walled chamber lined with bookcases and mirrors. Strangely enough, a large pool lie directly in the middle of it.
But despite her efforts, her mind began to drift again, only snapping back to attention when she realized that she was lying on green satin covers. The corners of her mouth turned upward a bit as she rubbed her legs on the smooth fabric.
She reached down to rub her eyes and found that she was bound by her hands to the headboard of the bed. Panicking, her focus snapped into full awareness as she struggled against her bonds. But all her flailing resulted in was a pain in her wrists.
“Those ropes are charmed to tighten when you struggle.”
Her head swiveled to the right as far as she could manage. Her heart skipped a beat as she met the deep green eyes of a tall, young man with neatly combed black hair. The same smug grin that had resided on the snake-masked boy resided on his face. And Ginny at once made the connection with his Slytherin robes and self-assured demeanor.
“T-tom?”
Tom’s smile widened. “Virginia.”
Ginny was too shocked to do anything else but gand tnd tremble.
“I thought you were... gone.” she finally managed to whisper.
Tom smirked as he seated himself on the edge of the bed. “I was unfortunately. That is of course, until Mr. Potter decided to give my diary back to Lucius Malfoy. He, of course, being a devoted Death-Eater, restored me. I then had the misfortune of meeting my more vulgar form whom I melded with. My past and future are now one.”
Ginny trembled as he ran a finger up her arm.
“But that doesn’t matter at this particular moment. I still remember. I remember everything my little puppet.”
Ever since she’d opened that journal she’d fallen for him. Despite his violence with her. Despite his treachery. He’d made her feel so special. They were going to bring down Harry together, Tom seduced her into hating Harry. And at her rescue, at the failed trap they’d set for him, she seemed awakened from a dream. Disgusted with how she’d collaborated with him. But the way his eyes had travelled all over her young body, touching her and making her blush. She’d spent countless nights with her drapes drawn, her own hands roving herself; fantasizing about him. About his hands. Whispering his name as she pleasured herself and liking the way it sounded when she moaned.
Tom leaned down over her and began a slow assault on her neck; first gently kissing and then sucking hard. Ginny trembled harder as she realized that she was inclining her neck to him. Her face was crimson when she shifted her hips away from him only to discover moisture and heat pooling at her center.
Tom smiled and seemed to guess the cause of her blushing. He pushed her skirt up to her hips and palmed her, using his thumb to rub her clitoris through her thin, cotton panties. His jade eyes darkened with desire as he watched for her response.
Ginny tried to suppress her moan by biting her bottom lip hard.
“Now that won’t do.” said Tom, shaking his head disapprovingly.
Ginny whimpered and tried again in vain as she pulled against her bonds.
“Now now. That’s only going to hurt you Virginia.” he chided, removing his hands so that he could begin to unbutton his blouse.
“Please Tom.”
Tom paused, smiling. “What did you say Virginia?”
He’d never call her Ginny. She wished he wouldn’t say her full name. Only her mother did. It had made her feel dirty. Eleven, naked, and mewling at his every touch. Just as confused then as she was now.
“Did you want me to stop?” he asked, taking his smooth hands and running them slowly up her thighs, causing her to gasp and blush even more.
“Y-yes.”
Tom’s smile faded. He must have been hoping for a different answer. “We’le abe about that when you’re screaming my name.”
Ginny thought cruelly of who she was. She wasn’t some harlot he could just use. It didn’t matter that this was what she’d wanted since she was eleven. But right now, her body was screaming for him to continue. “S-stop Tom. Please stop.”
“No.” he replied as he finished unbuttoning her blouse.
At once she felt hot tears rising to her eyes and could not stop them as they overflowed. She began to sob violently, taking huge gulps of air.
* * * *
Tom immediately stopped and stared at her. His face was a mix of confusion and annoyance.
Here he had gone to all this trouble to get her and make this right for her and she was crying and complaining. Of course, he had probably been delusional to think that she’d like being tied up and taken... but that was more for his own pleasure.
“Wha-....stop crying Virginia.” he ordered.
Her breath became quicker as her sobbing grew and she struggled against her bonds.
Tom would have been lying if he hadn’t said that the sight of her struggling and writhing around on the green silk covers of his bed with her skirt hiked up and her panties damp didn’t make his aroused. The sight of her tears was arousing as well...though not the sobbing, wailing that she was eliciting now.
Sighing, he slapped her hard across the face. “Stop crying.” He felt a brief, sick feeling in his stomach as he saw a faint red mark appear on her cheek where he’d hit her.
“I don’t want to hit you again Ginny, so stop.” he said softly.
Ginny instantly stopped crying to look at him. “You...you bastard. I hate you, you sick son of a bitch.” she spat, her eyebrows furrowed and her eyes darkened with anger.
Tom raised his eyebrow. “What did you say?” Even though he’d heard her full well. His smile grew wide again. He liked her angry... but he‘d like her better moaning and crying out in pleasure. He‘d liked her when she was eleven and submissive, but he liked this new attitude as well. “I’ll teach you some manners, you impertinent little whore.” he growled.
He crushed his mouth over hers just as she opened her m to to reply. He let his tongue slide into her oral cavity and explore. The feeling of her hot mouth on his fueled the already heated blood that had begun it’s journey to his lower regions.
He pushed his tongue against hers and stroked the inner walls of her mouth, pleased with the suppressed moans it was inducing until suddenly he felt her teeth clap shut on his tongue.
He let out a yelp of pain and instantly recoiled from her, holding his mouth. He swished his tongue around in his mouth, tasting blood. “You bitch.” he mumbled. Did she not fully comprehend who he was? He was not the Tom Riddle she’d known in her first year. He was now Lord Voldemort, despite his exterior.
He glanced at her from his position on the side of the bed and smiled at what he saw.
Although her eyes were still wet with tears, she wore a small smirk of satisfaction on her face. Her wild mane of red curls fanned out behind her, making her look like an angel... but nowknewknew better.
“I assume you’re quite pleased with yourself Virginia?”
“I hate you.”
“So you’ve said.” he replied, pushing aside the opened sides of her blouse. “Lovely.” he murmured, brushing his thumbs across her nipples.
“Tom...” she moaned.
It was like music to his ears. He didn’t answer her, but instead unclasped her bra by the front and pushed it aside. He was pleased by the two, full breasts heaving up and down in front of him.
His trousers tightened as he felt himself hardened even more. This was going to be much better than the first year fumbling.
“You’re gorgeous Ginny.” he said softly, kneading her breasts with his hands and looking at her face, which was now a dark scarlet.
“T-tom...please untie me.” she pleaded.
Tom shook his head as he lowered his mouth to cover her nipple. He sucked roughly at it, grazing the tip of it with his teeth, as he rubbed the other nipple back and forth between his thumb and index finger.
Ginny’s back arched against him.
He smiled as he moved to the other nipple to give it the same treatment.
Ginny’s breath was ragged now, as Tom climbed onto to straddle her.
“Tom please.” she groaned, arching herself towards him.
“Please what?” he asked before he began to kiss and lick her navel.