Now That You Left Me

Chapter 4: Now That You Left Me

She grabbed the dishes and tossed them on the table for her impatient husband. She had impatiently grabbed Tom and tossed him on the bed.

She made an effort to drive the images out of her mind. It had begun innocently several weeks ago when she had paid extra attention to her job. It had begun the first day she had traveled to his office to deliver the accounts.

"You needn't deliver the reports personally."

"It's no trouble. It's good to get out of the house."

"And your daughter?"

"Much better now, thank you. She's in the other room with the two clerks."

"Yes, I might frighten young children," said Tom.

"I didn't say that," said Andromeda. "The two clerks were quite taken with her."

A week later, she had another bundle of reports. Dora seemed quiet today, holding onto her toys and waiting for her mother. Andy checked her hair in the mirror, decided her blouse was too drab, changed it, decided she should go with the original choice, and changed again. She checked her hair once more.

The clerks were happy to see Dora. She was a sweet-tempered child, but she had to be watched carefully since her magic took unexpected turns. Andy entered Tom's study, telling her beating heart to calm down. She was only delivering accounts to her employer.

"Nice to see you again," said Tom.

Andy's heart beat faster. Did he really mean that?

"Sit," he said. "Let me bring you a tea." He set a cup and saucer on the table beside her.

"Relax, I don't bite," he said.

He moved behind her. "I take that back. I do bite. But you should relax anyway."

She found herself smiling. His fingertips touched her shoulder. She jumped.

"That's not relaxing," he told her.

She could feel her heart pounding, but she didn't want him to stop touching her. She willed herself to act calm.

His fingertips kneaded her shoulders.

"When you were a girl, you should have had a puppy to look at you with its warm eyes."

She sighed. How did he know that.

"But you didn't. You wanted one, but you knew it wouldn't be safe with your family."

She nodded. His fingertips were giving warm, comforting massages. His fingertips were sending warm, unsettling messages.

"You deserve, you need, warm, devoted eyes in return for your company."

She was quiet. She thought he could massage her shoulders all afternoon. She thought he could massage her all night. She realized what she had just thought and jumped to her feet.

"I don't need you to make fun of me," she said. "I already know I was the soft-hearted sister. Bella and Cissy never let me forget it."

"I wasn't making fun of you," he replied.

He shouldn't be this calm. Doesn't he know I'm churning inside. "And I don't need to be teased either. You know I'm not getting 'warm, devoted eyes' or anything else. You've been spying on my husband. You know what he's been doing. You think you can say mean, nasty things to me because I need the money for my daughter. Well, yes, I need the money for my daughter, but I don't need mean, nasty things said to me."

Omigod, I'm yelling at the Dark Lord, she thought.

He stepped close and said, "I didn't intend to upset you. I was admiring you."

The long and lonely months of hard work without appreciation crashed down on her. "You try working and raising a child, a difficult child. I love her, but she's a problem. Take time off from your evil empire for a while and take care of your young child who's running you ragged and your grownup child who's running around on you and still expects a clean house and a hot supper. And that godforsaken bookkeeping isn't easy, either. And you try to be meticulous and social and you get teased and made fun of."

Woman-who-stands-with-clenched-fists, thought Tom. Taking my life in my hands, thought Tom as he put one hand on her waist and the other on her shoulder and waited until the glaring woman's anger turned to sadness before folding her in his arms.

She moaned at the reassuring contact. It had been so long since she had been held. Her arms went around him; her head rested on his shoulder. She let him stroke her hair. His hard body was against hers. She tried to ignore what it was doing to her.

She heard his low, soothing voice. "You're the kindest of the sisters. Did not the other two come to you for advice and comfort when all of you were young? Why should your crazy older sister be happy when you're not? Why should your scheming younger sister be content when you're not?"

Her lips sought his.

"It's your nature to love, Andy. It's your inner beauty, and it will always be there."

If you can't trust an evil overlord, who can you trust? she quipped to herself.

"I need this. You have what I want," he was saying.

He's being a bad boy; he's taking advantage of me because I need the money; I need the money for my daughter, not me.

She was aware he was pulling her knickers down.

He was in her. Why was I so easy? she wondered. There was a loud slurping noise. Why am I so receptive? she wondered. She found consolation in the fact that she wasn't feeling anything. Tom might take her, but she would still be a good girl.

All of a sudden, Andromeda felt tension and felt it rise to the breaking point. She didn't want to be a bad girl. She didn't want it to happen.

"Oh."

"Not like this."

"Oh."

"Not like this."

"Oh."

It happened.

Tom held Andy as she got off on his cock like no one he had ever experienced.

He pulled out of her and fastened his trousers; he handed her knickers to her and supported her as she stepped back into them. Tom led Andy to the couch where he pulled her down beside him and held her. When she had recovered, they stood and embraced goodbye. She closed the door behind her and turned to the secretaries and her daughter.

"Hi, Mummy," said Dora.

"Hi, Dora," said Andy, taking her from the two clerks. "Did you have a good time?"

"Yes, Mummy. Did you?"

The two clerks smiled at the childish assumption that a business meeting with the Dark Lord could possibly be a good time.

Her first thought when she arrived home was that she should not return. The next day she thought she should wait a week. Two days later she was back in Tom's office.

"Andy," he said, coming around his desk to greet her. "How are you?"

She stumbled out, "I was running some errands. I was in the neighborhood. I don't have anything to show you. I didn't bring any bookkeeping."

"You can have some tea and rest awhile," he said.

"I'm probably being a nuisance. I shouldn't interrupt you while you're working," she said.

"It's okay. I can use a break," he said. "Besides, I might be happy to see you."

She stepped close. She got out, "Really?" before she grabbed him.

What am I doing? Her lips devoured his. What will he think of me? She had dressed nicely. Will he notice?

When she stopped, she was flushed and panting. Through a haze of longing she heard him say, "You look nice today."

"Really?" she asked, sinking to the rug and pulling him with her. The rug was so soft. He was so good. She clung to him. She reveled in his embrace and kisses.

She heard him murmur how affectionate she was and how much she meant to him. She luxuriated in the verbal and physical attention as his hands caressed her and he told her how valuable her accounting work was. Her thoughts ran away from her. He's filling the hole in my life. Will he fill the hole in me? She ached for him to want her. The ache grew and stilled the voice reminding her of consequences.

She felt him pull away from her. No, no, don't leave; don't leave me. But he was looking at her fondly, and he was saying, "You have what I need."

She wanted to be sophisticated, but she couldn't refrain from asking, "Do you think I'm a naughty girl?"

"If you make love to me, I'll make you be a naughty girl," he said. "Make love to me, Andy."

She reached up and pulled him to her, covering his face with the lightest of kisses and then holding him tight and covering him with her passionate lips. She guided his hand to her breast. Even through the blouse and bra, she moaned at his touch. Both his hands moved over her breasts. A thrill ran through her at his impatiently unbuttoning her blouse and ripping off her bra.

His lips and tongue on her breasts were gentle. He's teasing me, she thought. Be more demanding, damn you. She arched her back to push herself against him.

She had to have him. She unbuttoned his trousers in a mad frenzy. It was so lovely. She was certain it was the right size for her. She knew it was just right for her. Her mouth closed over him. She lavished attention on him. She heard him say, "Sweetheart." He was hard when she had started; now, he was harder.

She couldn't wait any longer. Her hands were above her head. She spread her legs. Omigod, my knickers. She slid them off and parted her legs again. He was between her thighs. Her feet were in the air. He was parting her. It was wonderful. Tom mounting her was the best thing ever. She let herself moan for him. He was in her.

His fingers combed her hair. His words of endearment soothed her ears. She was cherished.

He's making me do this, she told herself as her hips rolled for him and satisfied groans formed in her throat.

He's holding my hands down. I'm helpless, she told herself as she looked at him fondly.

I can't prevent this, Andy told herself as she sighed and wiggled.

"You want to be unfaithful," said Tom.

She nodded.

"Admit it," he said.

She thought, He's making me be naughty.

She said, "I want to be unfaithful," and opened like a cavern for him. Her legs wrapped around him and pulled him against her sopping-wet curls.

Good girls are the best, thought Tom as laying Mrs. Tonks went to the top of his list.

She pulled him down on top of her so he could feel her making love to him with her whole body. She was certain he could feel it. She let herself go, expressing all her pent up affection and need for someone.

Her inner core of passion grew, and her affectionate weaving changed to the demanding undulations of coupling. Andy heard Tom whisper things in her ear – naughty things, lewd things: he wanted to have her; he would do things to intimate parts of her; he would make her give herself to him; he would shag her beautiful brains out.

When Andromeda Tonks heard, "I want to keep you," she came. Tom held her as she floated and bonded.

"Would you like to be completely unfaithful?" he asked.

She knew what he meant and nodded yes. Yes, she wanted him to come inside her; she wanted him to do everything to her.

She moaned as he moved in and out of her. Tom wants me. It was lovely; it was sweet; it was wicked.

He was all the way in; he was resting on the back of her thighs; his eyes were smoldering. She knew she had let him have everything. She loved the way he looked at her.

Now, weeks later, it was evening, and she was offering supper for her hungry family. That afternoon, she had hungrily offered herself to Tom.

She opened the drawer for the utensils. She had opened his trousers.

She grabbed the utensils and placed them on the table. She had grabbed Tom and placed her lips on him.

She made certain the silverware was straight and ready. She had made certain Tom was straight and ready.

She dropped the napkins on the table. She had dropped her knickers on the floor.

She filled the water glasses with a wet splash. Tom had filled her wet self with a splash.

She laid the plates. Tom had laid her.

Her family came to the table. She had come for Tom.

Mr. Tonks viewed his dinner and cried out, "Hey, some good food at last. And you're looking perkier, too."

She had been very perky. She had perked all over him.

She gripped her fork and said, "Thank you."

She had thanked Tom after he had gripped her and erupted between her forked legs.

"You're looking much better these days. And more cheerful. I was worried about you," said her husband.

She remembered that when she was young and innocent she had never worried she would live with one wizard for the rest of her life and love another wizard for the rest of her life.

"I almost regret that I promised to meet the boys tonight," her husband said.

She had no regrets.

"That's okay, dear," she said.