I did end up taking off my own clothes, mostly due to the fact that when I did turn back to Tom he was already in the shower, completely unclothed, running his fingers through his soaking wet hair.

I felt comfortable- in an odd way- taking off my clothes because he was distracted and turned the other way. I slipped the t-shirt off my body and tossed it onto the ground, following the events by unclipping my bra and pulling off my underwear.

Showering with my kidnapper. Well that'll be a fun story to tell when I make it out of this hell hole.

The glass was open, inviting me to step inside, steam clogged the air and warm fog devoured the surrounding glass. I stepped inside, warm water immediately hitting my body.

Tom kept his eyes peeled away from me, thankfully. I stepped under one of the shower heads, the one completely opposite of him, and allowed the warm body to stream down every inch on my body and soak into every crevice.

I closed my eyes and stood under the water, allowing the droplets to sprinkle all over my body and face. Even for just a few moments I had forgotten about everything. About how I'm basically a hostage for Tom Riddle, about how frantic Dumbledore must be in looking for me.

In that moment I was only focused on the water drizzling onto me, but that was tossed aside the moment I heard Tom's deep and devious voice speak over the pouring water.

"I'm enjoying our little shower session." He said broadly. Though I didn't turn, I could feel his eyes hovering over every inch of my body. I could even hear his smirk which is so unbelievably wicked.

"That makes one of us." I replied with a roll of my eyes. Though he couldn't see my expression, I still felt it necessary to roll my eyes anyway. I turned my head around to catch his observant gaze staring at my naked body.

The moment I turn his head snapped up to meet mine, eyes full of desire. I clenched my jaw and raised an eyebrow. "Stop staring." I said bluntly, though knowing since he is Tom Riddle he'd do whatever he'd like.

"That's a request I can only fulfill if I can do other things to you." He replied defiantly. Instantly I felt every muscle in my body freeze with fear. Even my mind had to do a double-take on what he just said to me.

Before I knew it he had covered the distance between us and he was standing before me breathing ragged and heavy. He was sincerely fighting the urge to push me against the wall and take every ounce of innocence from me.

His fingers, now warm due to the heated water, laced around my neck in a perfect weight between painful and tolerable. I could breathe fine, but I found it more difficult to when his lips pushed into mine.

Water trickled between us as he pushed me against the glass. I was practically fighting for oxygen but I didn't want to stop, I wanted to fill his desires that were also becoming my own.

The glass was cold and harsh to push against, but I didn't mind all that much. I was more focused on the growling breaths that escaped Tom's throat as his lips pushed against mine.

In a moments notice his fingers were trailing down my stomach to a spot where I thought no person- especially not Tom Riddle would go. I used my free hand to grab his hand as it moved down my body.

"I've never done anything like this before, Tom." I said hesitantly. I didn't want to rush it; myself. It was my first time doing anything of the sort and I had no idea how to even give someone else something between pleasure and adrenaline.

"Good thing I'm a great teacher." He replied with a warm breath into my ear. He pushed his lips into mine again. I took my hand off of his and allowed his fingers to trail all the way down.

It was like nothing I'd ever experienced.

A state of euphoria, though I was so terribly traced with adrenaline and fear at the same time. I clenched my fingers into fists as his fingers moved in a rhythmic motion.

It was so pleasant yet so terrifying.

"You like that don't you?" He asked, pulling away from my lips. I nodded in response, drawing back any noises or words that threatened to escape my lips. I was so desperately trying to keep quiet.

"Mhm." I replied with closed lips, my eyebrows pushing together with the upmost pleasure and enthusiasm. I was so beyond confused as to why I hadn't done this sooner.

"I wonder if your eyes will still have the same innocence when I'm done with you." He said with a grin. Our faces were so close our noses almost touched. I could hear his desirable breath swirling through my ears.

As the words exited his lips his fingers hit the perfect spot. I let out a sound of pleasure. I could sense the grin on his face but I wasn't paying attention. My eyes were closed as I leaned my head firmly against the glass.

As the beautiful sense of pleasure wrapped in confusion and joy circled around me in just a few moments it was gone, and I was back to being in the same state of desire as before.

His fingers slipped out and back to me. I looked at his soaking wet fingers then back to him, a defying grin on his face and lust clouding around his eyes.

He swiped his fingers across my lips then did something completely unexpected. He drew his fingers between his lips, closed down, then allowed his fingers to part from his lips clean.

"Now be a good girl for me." He said in a whisper, vocals chiming into my left ear. I knew exactly what was about to happen. The thing that I've turned away from all my life.

His fingers on my throat slipped away, and finally I was able to catch a decent breath. His hands pushed against the glass behind me as his eyes locked completely and utterly on mine.

I almost let a noise escape my lips as a terrible amount of desire and exhilaration burst throughout my body.

My hands moved from the glass to his bare shoulders, which rippled with strength as the moved back and forth. My fingers clawed gently at his shoulder blades, enough for him to know I was enjoying this.

"Maybe being your captive isn't so bad." I admitted at a whisper through gritted teeth as his movements became more rapid and far. It was something I didn't want to admit, but I was in such a dream-like state I didn't care.

"Maybe being your captor isn't so bad." He replied with a slow drawed out breath. His breathing was reckless and all over the place, as was mine. I was so incredibly over the clouds.

My fingers dug further into his shoulders as he continued faster and further. I bit my tongue as hard as I could to stop myself from letting out a sound that would let him know he truly is taking every ounce of innocence away from me.

If my past self from a few months ago was looking at my present self... She would definitely be inaudibly confused and petrified of my choices.

But at least my captor is decent looking.

I finally let out groan of immense pleasure and lust as his movements had hit the right spot. I threw my head back and took in every moment of it. It was amazing; an irreplaceable feeling.

"I can fuck you like this every day if you want me to." He said with ease. His breathing had finally claimed back to a semi-controlled state. His motions also become slower, appearing as though he was losing energy.

"I think this is more of a treat for those spectacular days." I replied with a shaky breath. My legs trembled as he pulled out. My whole body was panicking with desire for more.

We stood there for a few long moments, looking at one another with nothing but the sounds of one another's breathing and the water dropping from the shower heads.

"You look like you want to beg for more." Tom said firmly, tilting his head a little bit to the side. I turned my head the same direction he had and knitted my brows together with question.

"Do I?" I asked. That alone was enough for his eyes to fill back to the brim with desire. I was getting under his skin; getting into his mind, his thoughts. I could see the way he wanted this to never end.

"I think the girl who's no longer swimming in innocence needs a break." He said with a daring smile. I dragged my fingers across his v-line just to be a tease.

The way his breathing picked up was enough to tell me he was the one that wanted much more. He was practically melting at my touch. I liked that. I liked the decent amount of control I had over him at that moment.

"It's charming how you melt at my touch." I said with a smile, dragging my finger side to side, very, very slowly. I could see his jaw clench with desire and neediness.

"Stop being such a tease." He replied firmly, tone deep and scratchy. I grinned and looked from his eyes to my fingers, which were very slowly continuing to drag back and forth.

"Stop being so hard." I said with a voice of smoothness. I took my hand away from his skin, which seemed to only intrigue him more.

I walked out of the shower and grabbed a towel nearby, wrapping it around myself. I used the other free towel to scrunch up my hair and remove all of the excess water droplets.

I reached over and picked up the last towel and threw it inside the shower. Tom caught it and wrapped it around his lower body.

Well that was an eventful evening to say the least.

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