CHAPTER NUMBER/ONE SHOT: 6/?
AUTHOR : tomcuddlesfic
WHICH TOM/CHARACTER: AU Tom / Business Man
GENRE: romance / erotica
FIC SUMMARY: Twenty four year old Amelia Hart has never had a boyfriend before. Not wanting to step outside of her comfort zone, she rarely starts conversations with the opposite sex and makes little to no effort in correcting her single status. However, what she did not plan was meeting a man who manages to steal her breath away at every look. A man who does not stop until he gets what he wants. And the one thing he only wants right now just so happens to be her.
RATING FOR THE WHOLE FIC: M
Author’s notes: So, finally we get to see some action and we realize what exactly is the punishment for showing up late to work. Comments and suggestions are greatly appreciated! Thank you to all who is reading so far!
I opened the door only to be astounded by the beautiful view of the core of London outside his window. The sun was beginning to rise up into its familiar position high in the sky causing a pinkish blue tint to reflect off the countless number of spotless windows from the buildings that were congregated all around us. Although my attention was diverted to the windows for a few seconds, my eyes immediately drew back to the man sitting on a leather sofa, one arm stretched out along the back while his foot rested on his knee. His brows crinkled at the sight of me as he ran a finger over his lips, deep in thought.
“You wanted to see me…Mr. Hiddleston?” I heard my voice shake but I couldn’t help it. He wore the same pair of dark blue eyes from the very first time I saw him. The same pairs of eyes that managed to flood the room with sizzling energy and wipe out all coherent thoughts running inside my head. I ran my hands down my pencil skirt, wiping off the sweat on my palms.
“Yes.” Tom withdrew his arm from the couch and uncrossed his Italian leather clad foot, standing up to his full height. He tugged at the ends of his suit jacket, buttoning the single button and slipped his hands in his trouser pockets. I gulped at the sight of his eyes boring down into mine like it was searching for a long lost answer. “I’ve realized that our…personal matters seem to have been taken…out of hand, recently.” He commented coolly, strolling towards the fully stocked mini bar off to the right hand side of his office. He grabbed a crystal glass from a shelf and unscrewed a bottle filled with amber liquid, pouring a helping inside. Tipping the glass back, he sipped on his beverage, all in the while keeping his eyes on me. “I wanted to discuss these matters with you prior to your first hour of working for me but seeing that you were late, this will now have to be the time.” Tom sat down the glass on the oak bar table and walked over towards his massive desk by the windows.
“Now, Miss. Hart…” I nearly crumbled from the sound of my last name said in his smooth velvet voice. For some reason, hearing him addressing me in a formal manner was like a type of foreplay in itself. “I understand from previous conversations you are familiar with my past engagements.” He slowly began walking towards me causing me to step back out of fear. Noticing my retreat, he chuckled lightly, shaking his head slightly and flashed me his devilish grin. “I’m not as bad as they make me out to be in the tabloids but I never said I was good.” Tom’s overbearing height stood in front of my small stature. I shuddered when his thumb ran across my cheekbone, down along my jawline, stopping at my bottom lip. “I like things rough. I don’t make love. I only fuck. Do you understand that?”
My eyes grew wide at his choice of words as the realization of everything he was asking sank in. A part of me should have been afraid as I looked into his eyes and saw nothing but the pure sexual needs of a man who was dying to free himself from them. But another side of me steadily built its voice in my head, telling me that this was exactly what I’ve been craving for. I wanted the thrill, the adventure and most importantly him to touch me like the way his dominating figure promises too. Nodding my head, I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from moaning when he spun me around and pressed himself against my back. I could feel his hardness digging at my bum, promising nothing more than complete pleasure as long as I agreed to everything he said.
“You have a minute to decide if you want to take part in this relationship.” Tom growled inside my ear, hands firmly placed on my waist. I could tell from the hitch in his breath that the friction of our bodies was driving him absolutely delirious like it did for me. “During the time you are working for me as my secretary and in our relationship, you are to abide by any rules, commands and comments made by yours truly. In return, I will introduce you to a world of pure pleasure. I only ask you to keep this to yourself as I wish to keep all professional matters separate from personal. If you feel the need to terminate our relationship at any point, you may say your safe word.” My mind glossed over the terms of our relationship, only focusing on the rich scent of his body next to mine. Shaking my head to clear away some of the many distractions he was able to cause, I stuttered for an answer when he asked the question I’ve been running my mind over and over. “Do you want it?” He said through clenched teeth.
“Yes.” I nearly begged, hissing when his tantalizing fingers slide up the edge of my skirt, smoothing over my tan thigh.
“Good…” Tom traced kisses along my elongated neck, sucking and licking at the flesh. “Because I’m going to need you to sign a document for me.” With that, he withdrew his hands from my aching body and picked up a brown file filled with nearly half an inch of paper off the coffee table in front of the couch. Handing it over to me with a ink pen he retrieved from the inside of his pocket, his lips turned up crookedly as he watched me with shaking hands, take the pen out of his hand and look over the documents. I skimmed through the terms, noting that I was at his beck and call no matter the circumstances. If he were to request my presence in the middle of the night, I would be provided transportation to go wherever he wanted me to go. I would have to respond to all his phone calls at all times and in case of formal events, he would be in charge of my outfits. He even allotted a more than generous amount of allowance for my clothes to be worn in the office and much to my embarrassment, he even set up an account for me at Agent Provocateur, a fancy lingerie store I could only gawk at but never buy. Blushing at the words, I flipped through more pages until I landed on the last one stating my salary.
The file almost slipped right out of my hands when I saw the figure. It was nearly double the amount I was paid back when I was working with Alfred. I surely did not deserve this much, I thought. And that was when the sickening thought of me being a high class escort came into mind. Sensing I was on the verge of backing out of our relationship, he cleared his throat.
“Don’t overthink things.” Tom said quietly, brows knit with concern. “I pay you this amount because I expect you to do all things I ask of you on top of all the work I will be assigning for you in the very short few days. You will be working ten times more than what Alfred has ever given you and this is my only compensation.”
“I see…” I drawled, slightly leaning to his favour. “And why would I need a safe word?” I blurted out, sucking in a breath when he licked his lower lip with his tongue. The question had been lingering on my mind ever since he mentioned it before showing me the proposal. On what counts would I need to use a word to tell him I was not okay with doing anything he asked me to do? Was he planning or going to harm me in some way?
“Amelia, there’s a reason why my relationships don’t last as long as you found out.” Tom said in a relaxed tone. “I’m not able to provide the emotional support some of my past…acquaintances have asked of me. From experience, I’ve realized it would be less painful for them and easier for me to allow them to have the upper hand in the relationship. Allow them to have the right to call it off when they can no longer stand my ways so they can come out on top by the end.”
“So a safe word…for when I don’t want anything to do with you anymore?” I clarified.
“Basically, yes.” Tom nodded his head, a sad look passing his immaculate features before returning back to his normal shielded look. “Do you still want this?”
I bit on my lower lip, fighting the inner war going inside my head, wondering if I was able to follow his every instruction. Taking the pen, I scribbled my signature onto the contract, answering his question. The smile on his face slowly wiped off his face as he took the file out of my hands and tossed it on the sofa behind him.
“Now, Miss. Hart…” He began; all niceness on his features completely gone now after the contract was signed. My stomach flipped anxiously inside me as I watched him out of the corner of my eye when he circled around me, eyes scanning over my entire body, lingering on a few spots longer than others and then stopping right behind where he was from before. “I understand you were exactly forty five minutes late today for work. As I told you in the elevator, you are to promptly arrive at work an hour before me so we can properly prepare for the busy work day ahead of us. Do you understand this?” His said in a low gravelly voice that managed to send nervous shivers dancing along my spine. The hairs behind my neck stood up when he leaned into my ear, lightly pressing his lips against it. “Well, do you?”
“Yes.” I whispered.
“Good.” He placed his large hands on my waist, pulling me right up against his body. “And do you know what exactly is the penalty is for when you’re late?”
“N-N-N-o” I stuttered as one of his hands slid down my skirt covered thigh and pulled up my skirt to reveal a corner of my panties. I winced when the cool air conditioned air graced across my exposed skin, feeling the contrast between hot and cold. The tips of his fingers lightly brushed against my lace covered mound, teasing me until I moaned loudly at the anticipation of what he was planning to do next. Pushing the fabric aside, he ran two fingers across my already slicked folds before diving in and finding my swollen clit.
“I’m going to show you then.” Tom grunted his skilful fingers began circling my clit, rubbing it until I began panting with every breath. Pleasure raced through my entire body from the ends of my toes to the top of my head. I never wanted him to stop as he quickened the pace, making me more we than I already was. I barely registered we were still in his office and anyone happening to pass by might hear my groans but I couldn’t stop myself. “I run a tight ship.” Tom said tensely into my ear. “And I need everyone to be on the same page as me at all times.” He rubbed fast, slipping a finger into me. “I don’t have time to fool around and play games. Do you understand that?”
I nodded my head quickly, agreeing to every word he said just so he would continue his deliciously good movements. Slipping another finger into me, he pumped in and out, making me feel fuller than I could ever imagine. I was so close.
“Do you understand that?” Tom asked, raising his voice.
“Yes!” I yelled, angling my hips so I could gain better access to his fingers. “Please…Tom…I’m so-”
I stumbled to the side when he pulled his fingers out of me and backed away, a tiny smirk on his face. Momentarily confused, I looked down at my crumbled skirt piled around my waist and my blouse which had been undone a few buttons from the last few minutes. I wiped the thin layer of sweat across my forehead and looked at the man who was already standing in front of me, retrieving the document I signed earlier. Quickly readjusting my apparel, I looked back at him, confusion no longer a part of me when I realized that teasing me to the point of a near orgasm but stopping just in time was my punishment.
“I’ll pick you up at eight today from your flat.” Tom sat down in his chair, eyes already focusing on his computer monitor.