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One of Tom’s few faults was his blatant staring when it came to beautiful women. At this moment, his gaze was locked on you.

You were sitting on a barstool, one of your legs draped over the other. Your foot was shaking, causing your heel to catch the light with a glimmer every few seconds. There were two men beside you, both interested in catching your attention. And it seems you gave it freely based on the way you bat your eyelashes and bit your lip.

Tom was trying to get your attention but you were too focused on the meat-bags to your left and right. One of them leaned against you, whispered something in your ear, and you let out a sultry giggle. You fluttered your eyes and took a sip from your wine. The guy on your left leaned in closer to you and rested his hand on your knee. You didn’t swat him away, causing a jealousy to rage in Tom.

He wanted you. He wanted you badly. You just weren’t paying attention to him. Clearly, his sulking in the corner of the bar wasn’t working. He downed his drink and stood from his seat, gliding through the crowd with a confident ease. As he approached you, your eyes locked onto him.

“Hello, beautiful,” Tom purred once he stood before you. You eyed him over the rim of your glass, looking his lean form up and down. You placed your glass down and turned away. Tom stiffened and cleared his throat, stepping closer and leaning against the bar. “Am I not interesting enough for you?”

You whipped around, your hand resting on one of the man’s arms. “Don’t get me wrong, you’re a nice looking guy, but I’m a bit busy.”

“I’ll have you know that one of me is worth well more than two of them,” Tom said with his chin jutting out to the men. You scoffed and rubbed your hand up and down the man’s arm, swiveling it around to his chest.

“Okay, pal. I’m sure you are,” you mused, turning away from Tom again. Tom opened his mouth to speak but one of the guys snapped in front of Tom’s face.

“She’s not interested in you. Get lost buddy,” he growled. Tom curled his lip into a snarl. This wasn’t going as planned.

“It’s not polite to speak for a woman. Isn’t that right, darling?” Tom asked, his eyes locked with the man’s for a moment before dragging their way down to you. You shrugged and picked up your wine glass, still not looking at Tom.

“Sure, but I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what you just did,” you said over your shoulder. Tom let out a frustrated sigh and ordered another drink. He stood there and watched you run your hands along the two men at your side. They were getting a bit more touchy-feely with you and he wasn’t too happy about it. Grimacing, Tom leaned in closer to you.

“You really won’t let me have this, huh?” Tom whispered. You giggled and shook your head.

“Not a chance. Sorry…?”


“Right, sorry Tom. You’re just not the one for me tonight.”

“Could I at least know your name?”

You said your name just as one of the men bent over and pressed a lingering kiss to your cheek. When you didn’t even flinch, Tom straightened up and smiled.

“Well then, have a good night with Thing 1 and Thing 2, darling,” Tom hissed. He spun on his heel and exited the hotel bar. You turned around and watched him walk away. The bartender walked over and placed Tom’s forgotten drink in front of you. You eyed the drink and smirked. Biting your red lip, you turned back to the men beside you.

“Sorry, gentleman. It looks like Mr. Desperate left his drink here,” you said as you picked up the drink and wagged it a bit. “I better go return it to him.”

“No, I don’t think that’s necessary,” one of them grumbled, trying to snatch the drink from you. You pulled it back and held it beside your head.

“Play nice, boys. Thanks for picking up my tab,” you said with a wink. You slid off the barstool and walked toward the exit of the bar. You navigated through the hotel until you saw Tom standing by the open elevators. “Tom! Hold the elevator, dear!”

Tom turned around and saw you standing there with the drink. He scowled and hit the elevator button a bit harder. You yelped as the doors began closing but you slid in with ease, almost crashing into the tall man.

“What?” he snapped.

“You forgot your drink,” you said, holding the drink out to him. When Tom didn’t take it, you just shrugged. “Fine. More for me.”

As you sipped his drink, Tom watched you carefully. The elevator was nearly silent as you two rode upstairs. Finally, Tom turned fully towards you. “You looked like you were having a great time down there. Such a shame you left those two brutes.”

“Ah, they were good fun but I thought you would want your drink.” The glass was almost empty. Tom took it from your hands and finished the rest, leaving only ice laying in the glass. You pursed your lips. “The end is the best part.”

“I know,” Tom said with a wink. The elevator doors opened and Tom walked out. You followed him, hot on his heel. Tom groaned and whipped around. He pointed a finger at you. “Why are you so interested in me all of a sudden? I thought you were perfectly fine with those men.”

“Thomas, are you jealous?” you asked with narrowed eyes. Tom huffed and continued walking, the ice in his glass clinking quietly. You giggled and followed him again, a bounce in your step. “You’re jealous!”

“No, I have no reason to be jealous,” he said as he approached a door. He pulled out his key card and looked down at you. “After all, I don’t even remember your name.”

“I can help you remember it,” you offered as Tom opened the door. He walked inside and you quickly followed before he could lock you out. You looked around the room as Tom just stood there, eyeing you with a furious curiosity.

“What do you want? Haven’t you embarrassed me enough?” Tom asked, tossing his wallet and phone onto a table. You placed your bag beside his items and ran your fingers over the marble countertop.

“I just want to make it up to you,” you whispered, stepping close enough to Tom so you could run your hands up his chest. His eyes fluttered shut and he preened under your touch, but he soon opened his eyes and fell back into control.

“Make it up to me,” he grumbled, pulling away. “How do you expect to do that?”

“I think you’ll just have to wait and find out,” you said. Tom looked down at you and raised an eyebrow.

“I’m pretty sure those men downstairs are waiting to find out a lot from you as well,” he huffed.

“Are you seriously upset about that?” you asked. Tom rolled his eyes and shook his head.

“No, I just don’t like how he tried to kiss you,” he grumbled. You cooed and wrapped your arms around Tom and grinned.

“But he didn’t kiss me. And neither have you,” you whispered, You stretched up towards Tom. “But we can change that latter part.”

“You truly are a vixen,” Tom chuckled, moving his hands to rest on your hips. You surged under his touch as you felt his fingers spread over you. “What a naughty little girl.”

“My apologies,” you whispered. Tom moved his head down so his lips were parallel to yours. Quickly, he moved in, capturing your lips in his. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your hands moving to settle in his hair. Tom groaned and pressed your body flush against him. You could feel his cock – hard in his trousers – pressing against you. You pushed into him further and Tom bit your lip, dragging it away from you before letting it fall back with a slick pop.

“I think I’ll take you up on that offer to make it up to me,” Tom said hoarsely.

“And how can I do that, Sir?” you asked, batting your lashes at him. Tom smirked and pressed his hands to your shoulders. With a push, he shoved you to your knees.

“You know exactly what you need to do, my little whore,” he growled. Your eyes widened and you let out a soft moan. You reached up and undid Tom’s belt and pants, pulling them down his thighs so his cock popped out. It bobbed in front of your face – flushed red and rock hard. You wrapped a small hand around him and began pumping slowly.

You looked up at Tom though your eyelashes as you shuffled forward and took his cock between your lips. Tom groaned and rolled his head back, his large hand fisting into your hair. You bobbed over him, his cock hot and heavy on your tongue. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked, increasing your speed over him. your eyes fluttered shut but when Tom roughly tugged your hair, they opened immediately.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he demanded. You nodded as best you could with his cock in your mouth. Keeping your eyes locked onto the intimidating man above you, you sunk down further until Tom’s cock was sliding down your throat. “Fuck! Yes, just like that, baby. Such a filthy mouth. What a good little slut.”

You held your position for a few seconds, tears leaking from your eyes and smearing your mascara. You popped off of him, gasping for air but Tom wasn’t done with you. He gripped your cheeks and forced your mouth back onto him. He held your head in place as he fucked you, stretching your throat and causing you to gag around him. You absolutely loved it, this carnal, rough side of him. He glared down at you as you took his cock, and with a warning shout, Tom shot his load down your throat. You drank every drop of him eagerly, loving the taste of him.

Tom slid his cock out from between your lips and patted your cheek. “Good girl.”

“Thank you, Sir,” you whispered, your voice hoarse from the throat fucking. Tom crouched down and brushed some your hair away from your face. He smiled softly – and incredibly briefly – before his dominant demeanor took over.

“I think my little girl deserves a treat for that,” he whispered. He grabbed your arm and pulled you up. He threw you onto the bed and crawled over you. He kissed you as he pulled your dress straps over your arms. He tore his lips from yours as he swiped your dress from your body. He raised an eyebrow when he found you fully nude besides for your heels. “No panties?”

“Not tonight.” You winked.

“Dirty little slut,” Tom snorted. He stripped his own clothes off slowly and your mouth watered as inch by inch of skin became revealed to your eyes. When Tom was finally naked, he grabbed his empty liquor glass and placed it on the bed. “Let’s play a game, shall we?”

“Yes, Sir,” you said. Tom dipped two fingers into the glass and pulled out an ice cube. He held the cube delicately between two fingers and crawled over you. He dragged the cube up your stomach slowly, creating a little path of water in its wake. You were breathing heavily under him, already knowing where this was headed.

Tom lifted the cube and circled it around your nipple. You tossed your head back and cursed as the cold flooded through your breast. Grabbing another cube, Tom did the same on your other nipple, freezing your buds. You shivered as he ran the cubes all along your rosy buds, making them hard and pointed. He held the cubes there until they were practically melted. By then, you were trembling and your pussy was dripping.

Staring at you, Tom leaned down and licked the cold water from your nipples with his hot mouth. You wrapped your fingers in his hair, holding him against you. You were bucking your hips upwards, searching for any sort of relief. You felt Tom’s cock poking at your stomach, now hard again, as he warmed your nipples. When he came up, your body had recovered from the chill and you rested back against the bed in relief.

“Oh no, darling. We aren’t done yet,” Tom said as he grabbed a new ice cube from the glass. He slid down your body, running the cube over your stomach again. He circled it around your belly button and over your waistline before pressing it against your clit.

“Fuck! Oh fuck! Sir!” you shouted, your thighs trembled. Tom dragged the cube up and down your folds, watching in amazement as your cunt practically trembled under the cold. You whimpered as he let the cube rest against your clit.

“Be a good little slut and cum for me,” he whispered.

“How a-am I supposed to – oh my God!” you screamed as Tom sealed his lips over the cube and against your clit. Your body shook from the two alternating temperatures pressed to your clit – Tom’s searing hot mouth and the freezing cold ice. Tom stared up at you through his lashes, and when two fingers entered your tight hole, you fell apart, shouting his name as you came.

Tom continued to suck at your clit with the cube in his mouth until it melted – earning a second orgasm from you. The moment the ice had dissolved to water in his mouth, Tom hopped up and kissed you, passing the melted water between your lips. You drank it, tasting yourself in the mix. As he kissed you, Tom pushed his cock into you quickly.

Tom began fucking you like an absolute animal. His hands grabbed you, forcing your body to fuck back on his cock. He bit your ear, his lips chilled. You scrambled for purchase on his back, dragging your nails down his skin and chanting his name.

“Such a good fucking slut for your Sir. God, this cunt is perfect. So tight and wet. Such a pretty pussy,” Tom purred in your ear. Your heels were hitting against his ass with every thrust and you were crying out his name, begging for more and more. Finally, Tom gripped your hips and swung you over, settling you on top of him. “Ride me. Pleasure your Sir. I haven’t fully forgiven you yet, little whore.”

You pressed your hands to Tom’s chest and began rolling your hips against him. You were panting, practically sweating, as you ground against him. Your cold clit was brushing against the fine hairs at the base of his cock, causing an arousing pain to crawl up your spine. Tom’s hands went around your body to grab your ass. He helped you fuck yourself against him, occasionally slapping your bottom.

“You’re so beautiful,” he mumbled as he watched you. You faltered for a moment, your eyes locked with his. He paused your motions on him and held you down on his cock. It was hitting that incredibly sensitive spot in you but you just sat there as Tom ran his hands over you. “I mean it.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, a blush covering your cheeks. You didn’t expect Tom to switch from dominant and demanding to sweet and sincere in that moment but it made your heart race. Tom moved his hands from your ass and grabbed your hands. He moved your hands up to your breasts and had you cup yourself. He kept his hands over yours as you began rocking over him again. He moaned out your name as he watched you ride him.

“Cum for me, baby. I want to see you cum all over my cock,” Tom grunted, his hips subconsciously fucking up into you. You pushed yourself down onto him harder, your hands grasping your breasts even harder. Tom’s hands were hot over yours as he held your hands in place. He moved one of his hands down and circled your clit, and within seconds, you fell apart on top of him.

“Oh, yes! Sir! Tom, oh my God, yes!” you shouted, turning your head to the ceiling and seeing stars. Your cunt clenched around Tom as he came inside of you, filling you with his warmth. You rode out your highs together, and when it was over, he pulled out and let you fall on top of him. “That was amazing.”

“It absolutely was,” he said with a chuckle. “Nicely played, Mrs. Hiddleston.”

“Touché, Mr. Hiddleston,” you said, reaching up to kiss your husband. You both got lost in the kiss for a moment, but when Tom pulled away, he reached beside the bed and opened the drawer to the nightstand. He fished around inside for a moment before he pulled out two wedding rings. He slipped one onto your finger and the other onto his own.

“Tom? Can I ask you something?” you asked, resting on his chest. “Were you actually mad at me for what happened in the bar?”

“No, of course not, darling. This is the game we play,” Tom said, stroking his hand up your back. You could feel the metal of his ring brushing your skin. It reassured you. “We love fooling around like this. We flirt around. We tease each other a bit. It’s all in good fun and it leads to incredible sex. It's just...dammit those men rubbed me the wrong way. I hated seeing them with you. I just didn’t like seeing that guy kiss you.”

“Trust me, I didn’t like it either. It was all part of our game though.”

“And what a brilliant game it is, indeed.” Tom laughed, a jolly sound that came straight from his belly.

“You know I only love you,” you whispered. Tom smiled up at you and kissed your nose.

“I know. And I love you more than anything, my darling Mrs. Hiddleston,” he chuckled, hugging you closer. “This weekend was fun. I especially loved our little game where I pretended to be the room service man bringing you, the just-broken-up-with girlfriend, her post-breakup dessert.”

“Yes! That was wonderful,” you laughed, snuggling into him. “I sounded so corny during that. ‘Oh, please! I need someone to help me get over my boyfriend. I can’t believe he cheated on me!’”

“At least I got to lick icing off of your beautiful cunt,” Tom said as he pinched your ass. You giggled and kissed his chest. You both lay there quietly before Tom cleared his throat. “I am excited to go home, though. I miss the kids.”

“I’m sure they didn’t miss us. They love staying at Gran’s,” you mused. Tom hummed and pressed a warm kiss to your temple.

“That they do. They’d much rather be with her than with their boring old Mum and Dad,” Tom chuckled.

“Thank you for a wonderful weekend, Tom.”

“I’m excited to see what games our next sex-cation brings us.”


“You heard me.”

“God, you’re ridiculous.”

“But you love it.”

“I do. And I love you.”

“I love you too, my perfect wife."