Prologue 2018 pt 2
Collaboration by devikafernando and avenger-nerd-mom
Thalia holds Tom to his promise- whatever she wants for a WHOLE day since she won their World Cup bet!
Warnings: NSFW, language, fingering, oral sex, household chores, intercourse
Word Count 3556
This is an interim piece, catching up with Thalia Barreo and her life. Right now, she’s with Tom, but that doesn’t mean Chris is forgotten… Find out how the story ends in the sequel to Educating Thalia, coming soon!
If you don’t know the story of Thalia and Professor Tom, or how Professor Evans fits into all this, start at the beginning! Read Educating Thalia on WordPress.
Thalia is in heaven today—even if her imaginary halo keeps getting caught on her horns…
She won the World Cup bet with her boyfriend, Professor Tom Hiddleston, and she’s chosen this day to have him be at her beck and call. She wants to make good use of their time before he returns to his home for work. Their jobs keep them busy, she works in Paris while he still teaches literature at a small prestigious university in the countryside, near London. But they always have time for one another, and their summer holiday together was exactly what they both needed. Winning the bet was just an added bonus! Since this morning, she’s made him do all sorts of things, relishing the power she holds over her usually so dominant man.
It started with breakfast in bed. A full English breakfast, of course. Gotta put her British gentleman to proper use, after all. He managed to have it all ready at the same time, hot and tasty, and fed her bite after bite while Thalia returned the favor.
Then she decided some lazy lounging in bed was in order, and she ordered Tom to read to her in his ‘sexy professor voice’. That turned her on so much that she almost jumped his bones right then and there, but she held back. She has plans for her devoted manservant today!
“Now what, Mistress?” Tom gives her a mock half-bow and a radiant smile. He seems to be enjoying himself as much as she is, taking great care to be polite and fast but also sneak in little caresses.
Thalia stretches, relishing the way his eyes grow darker and hungry in an instant when it displays her curves. She’s still wrapped in her blanket whereas Tom dressed in dark jeans and a ratty, almost see-through T-shirt to prepare breakfast.
“Now you put those long, beautiful fingers to good use, Thomas,” she croons.
His eyes darken further, and the tip of his tongue darts out to lick his lips.
“Oh, I can think of several uses for them,” he says with one of those squint-eyed winks of his.
Thalia feels a shiver of anticipation run down her spine but keeps herself in check. Not yet, Chica!
“So can I.” With a grin, she points to a flat, square box in a corner of the room. “Check what’s inside this one.”
Brows quirked, he gives her a long look, then shrugs and goes to get the box.
“Do you by chance have any naughty shenanigans planned, Thalia?”
Her grin widens. “Yes and no.”
Now looking confused, he opens the box, then shoots her a glance of complete bewilderment. He holds up a big, round wall clock, one of those where you can program a different time zone for a smaller clock integrated in the face.
“Perfect. Now be a darling,” she said, pronouncing it his English way, “and hang it on the wall for me. Right there, close to the desk.”
“You want me to…want me to…” Tom spluttered, and she giggles into her hand.
Oh yes, this is going to be such fun.
“Yes. There should be a hammer and nails in the other box I kept there.”
“But…” He stares at her, throat working, eyes blinking. “You know I’m a horrible handyman. I’ll end up getting a fist-sized hole in your wall or hitting my own hand. Or breaking your new clock.”
Tom has an adorably pleading expression on his face that makes her want to giggle again.
“You’ll do just fine. I won’t even mind a crooked clock because I’ll enjoy watching you.”
With an exasperated shake of his head, Tom sets the clock down on the desk and pads over to the second cardboard box she’d indicated, muttering, “Why did I ever agree to that bet?” under his breath.
He half-turns. “Yes?”
The expression on his face is priceless and so comical it could’ve been taken right out of a children’s cartoon. He looks as if she asked him to take her to the moon in a private spaceship.
“What did you say?” he croaks, voice a little higher than usual.
Thalia sits back, crossing her arms and smirking gleefully. “I said, strip for me, Thomas.”
“I…” He blushes crimson, still looking confused as hell. “I thought I was supposed to hang the clock?”
“And you’ll do exactly that—but naked.”
“You’re out of your beautiful, crazy mind, woman!” He’s still blinking and blushing.
Thalia cocks a brow at him, trying her best to lose the humorous expression and glare at him imperiously. “Did you, or did you not, promise me you’d do anything I want for a whole day? Are you a sore loser? A coward?”
Tom’s chin comes up and his jaw firms with the challenge, just as she thought it would.
“You know I always keep my promises!”
“Well, then.” She waves her hand, dismissing it, motioning him to get on with it.
Mumbling expletives under his breath, Tom crosses his arms and shucks the T-shirt. “You’re quite the pervert, darling,” he grouses, one corner of his mouth twitching as if he is holding back a grin. “Are you living out your naughty handyman porn fantasies?”
It’s her turn to stare and huff. “Maybe?”
“Enjoy the show, then.”
With more enthusiasm now, Tom steps out of his jeans. Of course, he wears no boxers beneath, so Thalia gets to ogle him in all his mouth-watering, panty-soaking glory.
“I’m afraid I’m not hard enough to pound nails quite yet,” Tom quipped, “So I’d best use the real hammer.”
Leaving her gaping with his awful pun, she hears him snicker quietly to himself as he goes to retrieve the tools from the box.
“You keep up those terrible jokes, and you’ll be glad you seem to have a special and intimate relationship with that hammer… You don’t wanna lose it.”
He chuckles, turning to discreetly flip her off as he wipes his middle finger across his forehead.
God, he looks gorgeous like this. Unabashedly aroused, Thalia watches him bend and get what he needs. He saunters back to the desk and grabs the clock, and then goes to work without any more protests but still blushing. She knew he would play along, but she underestimated how sexy he would look doing something so mundane yet manly.
Fascinated, she drinks in the play of his muscles as they flex and bunch. His ass looks even sexier than usual when he stretches to try out the right spot for the clock, his calf and thigh muscles and his back muscles and biceps all making her hands itch to touch him.
Milking the situation for all its worth, she has him shift the position a little more left and right and up and down before she finally settles on a place where he’s supposed to hit the nail into the wall.
He’s, as suspected, rather clumsy with such a simple task and almost bangs his own thumb, but somehow, disaster is averted.
Deed accomplished, Tom turns around, and it takes all her willpower to keep her gaze on his face.
“Happy now, darling?”
“Very.” Smiling like the cat that got the cream, Thalia feasts her eyes on him.
“Now, I do believe one of my pantry cupboard doors needs a screw tightened. On we go, Mr. Fix it.”
Throwing his head back, Tom guffaws his signature ‘ehehehe’.
“You’re a minx. Not that I didn’t know that before.” He shoots her a look when she gets up to lead him into the kitchen, blanket still wrapped around her naked form. “A screw to be tightened, hm? Oh, I’m really good at screwing.”
He waggles his eyebrows and it’s her turn to laugh. With a groan, she punches his arm.
“Stop it with the puns. Your professor humor isn’t nearly as funny as you think.”
* * *
For the better part of an hour, Thalia makes her ‘slave’ do all sorts of tasks around the house, and to Tom’s credit, he never loses his sense of humor. Bowing and teasing, thinking up puns and making a real mess of even the easiest fixing jobs, he keeps her entertained.
Thalia makes sure she brushes by him to hand him things, leaning close to point out a mistake, oh so accidentally touched him when handing him tools he needs. He isn’t unaffected by it, oh no. With nothing to hide his body, his gradual arousal becomes obvious.
But even though this is her game, she’s affected as well. How could one not, when he’s a fantasy come true?
“I’m really glad you chose to become a professor and not a carpenter,” she muses with a grin when Tom uses the screwdriver all wrong for the umpteenth time. But oh, those veins in his arms pop nicely when he does that. And he’s worked up a fine sheen of sweat by now, tempting her to lick his glistening abs or draw her fingers over his sparse but lovely happy trail.
“Me too.” He gives her an exasperated look. “Now, unless you want to spend a whole week fixing what I bungled in an hour, you’d better think of something else I should do.”
With a snort, she nods.
“I think you need a wash…and I will join you.”
“Now you’re talking.” Wiggling his brows again, a gleam comes into Tom’s eyes as he steps closer.
Thalia holds up her hands, stopping his progress.
“Remember our first date years ago? When you invited me to the hotel and prepared a bath for me? Pampered me?”
Tom’s pupils dilate, but the smile he shows her is more love than lust, and it sends a spark of awareness through her. “I’ll never forget that day, Thalia. In fact, I haven’t forgotten a single moment ever shared with you, darling. If only you’d acknowledge what…”
She shakes her head and he shuts his mouth, breaking eye contact for a moment. Unspoken words hang between them, but neither of them seems ready to face the music.
“I’ll go get that bath ready,” Tom mutters and leaves.
Thalia swallows but refuses to wallow in thoughts. Today is supposed to be fun. They will battle their demons later.
And so she sips some left-over coffee and idly wanders around the small kitchen, ignoring the papers from her latest work offer, listening to Tom whistle while he prepares her bath.
“Ready whenever you are,” she hears him call after a while and walks towards his cheerful voice.
The scent of orchids drifts to her as she enters the bathroom. The tub might be a bit smaller than the one they shared in the hotel in America but she’s chosen this place because it’s at least big enough to accommodate her curves. Frothy lavender-colored foam greets her alongside the flowery bath bomb fragrance.
Tom is waiting for her with an outstretched hand, now crooking his finger to beckon her closer. As that day, he slowly undresses her, kneeling at her feet and pulling the fuzzy blanket away from her body. He presses tiny, teasing kisses along her thighs and belly. He nuzzles softly, inhales her in that way he has and sends her senses tingling.
“Let me pamper you, my magnificent warrior princess,” Tom whispers, reaching up and pulling her down for a kiss.
Their lips meet gently at first. Seeking, soothing. Then he slides his tongue in and takes over, just for a moment, just long enough to make her insides quiver before he withdraws and takes her hand.
He leads her to the tub where nice-smelling steam is rising temptingly. Before she can even squeak in surprise, he’s lifted her into his strong arms and lowered her safely into the water. God, she still loves it how easily Tom can handle her, and how much tenderness lurks beneath the strength.
With a contented sigh, Thalia scoots forward in the warm, scented bath water. Tom climbs in behind her and draws her close so that her back rests firmly against his chest and his thighs cradle hers.
For a few blissful moments, they stay like this, soaking in their togetherness, calming their ever-lurking arousal.
“Let me wash your hair?” It’s more of a question than a command, and to her that speaks volumes.
With a small hum of satisfaction, Tom uses the detachable shower head to wet her hair, then grabs a shampoo bottle. As soon as he begins massaging her scalp and sifting his tapered fingers through her hair, she closes her eyes in bliss—then opens them in surprise when his voice filters through, low and deep and almost hypnotizing.
“She walks in beauty, like the night. Of cloudless climes and starry skies,” he starts reciting the poem by Lord Byron, not stopping until he’s finished it.
Knowing they need to talk, it makes her emotional. The university hiring committee is waiting for her answer, but she can’t bring herself to broach the subject with him. Just not yet. She knows he won’t like it, but she’s asked them to find an opening for him too. But the opportunity is too good to pass up this time, especially if she wants further funding for research… Pressing her eyes closed tightly and telling herself it’s simply the shampoo making her eyes sting with tears, she loses herself in the moment.
Once Tom is done massaging, he washes her hair lovingly, then repeats the whole process with conditioner.
“More?” he asks softly, and she swallows past the lump in her throat and croaks out a “yes, sir” automatically, even though he is technically her ‘slave for the day’.
“My good girl. Let’s pamper you some more.”
Tom’s hands glide over her body, slick with body wash. Kneading and molding, washing and caressing, leaving no inch of her untouched. With torturous slowness, they make their way up her thighs and skim to the insides, grazing the sensitive skin with only the fingertips and blunt nails, scratching ever so slightly to make Thalia shiver.
“More?” he asks again, and this time she can only nod.
One hand wanders back to anchor itself on her hip, a firm grip that will probably leave a faint bruise and stakes a claim as well as keeps her in place. His other hand is as gentle as can be, drifting between her thighs and seeking. Then finding unerringly as his fingers slide through her folds, slick despite the water and despite her attempt to control herself.
The digits part her folds, stroking and rubbing softly until she bucks into his touch with a soft pleading moan.
Tom’s teeth scrape over the nape of her neck at the same time as his fingers apply more pressure. Thalia is torn between arching into his touch to finally persuading him to slide his fingers inside and rubbing back against the erection growing firmer against her ass now.
Tom bites her a little harder, at the tender spot where neck and shoulder meet. His fingers, in sharp contrast to his mouth, remain gentle. Elusive even as she tries to wiggle her hips. They skirt past her swollen nub, stroke her slick lips, delve below to the first knuckle only to withdraw and leave her clenching on emptiness.
“How do you beg for it, my precious warrior princess?” His voice is a growly purr, she can’t even find words for how it sounds and what it does to her.
With a low sound of approval, Tom hooks a foot around her leg and spreads her thighs further apart. His mouth continues its ravenous assault on her neck and shoulders, nipping and licking and sucking, and finally his fingers lose some of their teasing gentleness.
He crooks his digit to slide lower and deeper while grinding his palm against her clit, applying just enough pressure.
“Come now, like this, or you won’t get to come for a long time yet.” She hears his order before he tugs on her earlobe with his teeth, and the words trigger an automatic reaction.
It takes only a few more flicks of his wrist and slicks of his tongue for her to clamp tightly around his finger and moan out her release.
“One down, more to come,” she hears Tom murmur through the haze still surrounding her, and he even keeps a straight face despite another groan-worthy pun.
Thalia has barely blinked herself alive again when she’s being moved effortlessly again. The next second, there’s water splashing everywhere and her butt hits the cool edge of the tub.
Her protest dies in another moan when Tom scoots her forward and kneels between her thighs to nip his way along them to Promised Land.
“Will you come for me again?” He gazes up at her from between her legs, eyes ablaze with hunger and intense focus, so close to her folds that she can feel his breath.
“Yes. God, yes.”
The fire in his eyes seems to burn brighter before he lowers his face and begins to lap at her. It starts out with little kitten licks, flutters of the tip of his tongue, then longer sweeps as if he’s cherishing an ice cream cone. When her fingers wind into his damp hair and hold on for dear life, Tom delves in for real.
Her whimpers and gasps echo in the bathroom as he drives her higher and higher, even adding the tiniest nips to her swollen lips and little sucks to her needy bundle of nerves. He snakes that unfairly long tongue into her, then drives it up and circles and circles with maddening precision until Thalia comes apart for him a second time.
Panting, she needs a moment to recover, and she knows she’s just made some more memories she’ll never forget. When she can focus on Tom again, he’s licking her essence from his lips, one hand holding her steady while the other is almost reflexively curled around his shaft, stroking.
Fuck, that’s hotter than it should be.
“God, I could get used to this,” she says half to herself, and he quirks his infuriating brows.
“Just imagine how often I could ‘pamper’ you if we spent the rest of our lives together.”
For a moment, he looks as shocked at his remark as she feels. But the next moment, he leans forward to give one of her furled nipples a hearty suck before glancing up.
“Bedroom?” he asks.
She didn’t even intend to get to the naughty part of this day so fast but it feels so right that she doesn’t want to change a thing. There’s always the afternoon and evening for more ways to make him pay his debt. And they’ll talk tomorrow. Or the next day… There’s still time before he goes back to work, still time before she has to answer the teams’ inquiry.
Tom rises to his glorious height, water sluicing over his pecs and abs. He gets out of the tub first, then helps her and rubs her dry with a towel before giving himself the same treatment with obvious haste.
Once more, Thalia is being lifted into his arms, and this time he nearly stumbles because she kisses him with all the fierce longing inside her. God knows how he does it, but he doesn’t break the passionate lip-lock or dump them both on the floor when he stumbles to the bedroom.
She lands on the mattress with a bounce and can barely draw in a breath of anticipation before Tom crawls over her. Letting her feel the weight of his body on hers, he runs the tip of his nose along her throat, jaw and cheek, breathing her in.
“I just want to…I just want to love you right now. No kinky business. Okay, darling?”
Thalia lifts a leg to wind it around his hip and make him settle in the cradle of her hips.
How did he know that she’s been longing for exactly this? Even she didn’t know it until he uttered the words just now!
Tom backs away a little, kissing her pebbled nipples and brushing his mouth back up to seal it over hers in another heart-melting kiss.
He brings his hands up one by one, linking his fingers with hers and drawing them up to rest on the pillow. For a moment, they stare into each other’s eyes.
Then he angles his pelvis, tightens his grip on her fingers, and slides into her with a slow thrust that has him sinking deeper and deeper until he bottoms out.
Her moan mingles with Tom’s low groan, and she feels him shudder once.
They move in sync, her body rising to meet each of his thrusts, his breath mixing with hers when he kisses her again and again until he’s everywhere and everything.
Another shift makes him hit that magical spot inside her, and Thalia clenches around him, causing him to whimper and lock his jaw.
She holds his gaze. “Now.”
And when he increases his speed and keeps brushing over the place that makes her see stars, she comes for the third time, triggering his own release.
“I should definitely lose bets more often,” he wheezes a few moments later, his chuckle as weak as her sated grin.
If you don’t know the story of Thalia and Professor Tom, or how Professor Evans fits into all this, start at the beginning. Read Educating Thalia on WordPress.
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