The dorm room was a cramped little haven of chaos, with textbooks strewn across the desk, laundry spilling out of hampers, and the faint hum of campus life seeping through the thin walls. I was sprawled across my bed, the cheap sheets tangled beneath me, my skin bare against the cool air. My breaths came in short, ragged gasps as my fingers danced between my thighs, chasing a release that had been building for far too long. The world outside faded away, replaced by the vivid, filthy fantasy playing out in my mind—a faceless stranger pinning me against the wall, their grip rough and unyielding, their voice a low growl of command as they claimed every inch of me.
A soft moan slipped from my lips, echoing in the small space, and I arched my back, lost in the heat of my own imagination. That is, until a sharp, mocking snicker sliced through the haze like a blade.
My eyes snapped open, heart slamming against my ribs as I froze mid-motion. There, leaning casually against the doorframe, was Dazai, my infuriatingly smug roommate. His dark eyes glinted with mischief, and in his hand, his phone was pointed directly at me, the little red light of the recording indicator blinking like a taunt. A devilish grin curled his lips, and I felt my entire body flush with mortification.
“Oh, don’t stop on my account, sweetheart,” he drawled, his voice dripping with amusement as he pushed off the doorframe and stepped closer. “I was just getting to the good part.”
“D-Dazai!” I stammered, yanking the sheet over myself in a pathetic attempt to cover up. My voice came out small, submissive, a far cry from my usual snark. “I—I thought you were out. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean—please, just… delete that. Please, sir.”
The word slipped out before I could stop it, and his grin widened, predatory and sharp. “Sir, huh? I like the sound of that. But apologies won’t cut it, pet. You’ve been a very naughty girl, haven’t you? Getting off in our shared space without even locking the door. Tsk, tsk.” He waved the phone in front of me, the screen displaying my flushed, vulnerable form frozen in frame. “This little video could make quite the splash on campus, don’t you think?”
My stomach churned with dread, but beneath the humiliation, a traitorous flicker of heat lingered. “Please, Dazai, don’t,” I whispered, my hands clutching the sheet tighter. “I’ll do anything. Just… don’t show anyone.”
“Anything, huh?” He tilted his head, his gaze raking over me with deliberate slowness. “Well, since you’re so eager to please, let’s start with a little show. Keep going. Right now. I want to see you touch yourself again, and don’t you dare hold back.”
I blinked at him, my face burning. “W-What? No, I can’t—”
“Oh, you can, and you will,” he interrupted, his tone firm, leaving no room for argument. He settled into the desk chair across from my bed, one leg crossed over the other, phone still in hand as if he might start recording again at any moment. “Go on, pet. Show me how desperate you are. And while you’re at it, I want to hear those dirty little thoughts of yours. Tell me what you were imagining. Be specific.”
My breath hitched, shame and reluctant arousal warring within me as I hesitated. But the glint in his eye told me he wasn’t bluffing about that video. Slowly, trembling, I let the sheet fall away, my fingers returning to their earlier rhythm under his piercing stare.
“I… I was imagining someone… pinning me down,” I mumbled, my voice barely audible as I forced the words out. “Against the wall. Their hands… rough on me. Telling me what to do.”
“Someone, huh? Don’t play coy with me,” Dazai cut in, his voice low and taunting. “Say it. You were imagining me, weren’t you? Tell me how you’d beg for my touch. Go on, louder. And faster—don’t slack off now.”
The humiliation burned hotter than ever, but I obeyed, my fingers moving quicker as I choked out the words. “Y-Yes, it was you, Dazai. I’d… I’d beg you to touch me. I’d say, ‘Please, sir, I need your hands on me. I need you to take control, to… to make me yours.’”
His laughter was dark, delighted, as he leaned forward, elbows on his knees, watching me with an intensity that made my skin prickle. “That’s it, pet. Look at you, so eager to please now that you’ve been caught. You’re a mess, aren’t you? So desperate for me to take over.”
I bit my lip, tears of embarrassment prickling at the corners of my eyes, but I couldn’t stop—not with him watching, not with the way his words coiled around me like a leash. Then, without warning, he stood and crossed the small space between us, sitting on the edge of my bed. Before I could react, he grabbed my wrist, pulling me over his lap belly-down with startling ease.
“Let’s see how well you take a little punishment,” he murmured, his voice a dangerous purr as his hand came down on my bare skin with a sharp smack. I gasped, the sting blooming across my flesh as he chuckled. “Count them, pet. And thank me for each one. You’ve been such a disobedient little thing.”
“One,” I whimpered, my voice trembling. “T-Thank you, sir.”
Another strike, harder this time, and I squirmed against him, the mix of pain and humiliation dizzying. “Two. Thank you, sir.”
By the fifth, my voice was a broken whisper, and he paused, his hand lingering on my reddened skin. “Good girl,” he crooned, mockingly sweet. “But I think you need a little more… direct attention, don’t you?”
Before I could process his words, his fingers replaced mine, thrusting into me with a precision that made me cry out. “Dazai—oh god, please—”
“Please what?” he teased, his free hand gripping my hip to hold me in place as he worked me mercilessly. “Please stop? Or please don’t stop? You’re dripping for me, pet. Don’t pretend you’re not loving every second of this.”
I buried my face in the sheets, mortified by how right he was, by how my body betrayed me with every shudder. His taunts continued, each word laced with cruel delight as he pushed me closer to the edge, only to slow down just before I could tip over.
“Not yet,” he said, pulling his hand away abruptly, leaving me aching and desperate. He leaned back, adjusting himself on the bed with a smirk. “First, I want to hear you beg for something else. Beg to please me, pet. On your knees. Tell me how much you want to taste me.”
Tears of shame welled up as I slid off his lap, kneeling before him, my voice barely above a whisper. “Please, sir… I want to… to please you. I want to taste you. Please let me.”
His groan was low, satisfied, as he reached down to stroke my hair, his touch deceptively gentle. “That’s my good little pet. So obedient when you want to be. Go on, then. Show me how grateful you are.”
As I complied, trembling with a mix of humiliation and reluctant need, his praise washed over me, each word a twisted caress. “Perfect, pet. You’re mine to play with now. And don’t think I’m deleting that video anytime soon—I’m having far too much fun toying with you.”
When it was over, I sat back on my heels, my chest heaving, caught between the weight of his control and the confusing heat still simmering in my veins. Dazai’s smirk lingered as he tucked his phone into his pocket, his eyes gleaming with promise—or threat. The power imbalance hung heavy in the air, and as I stared at the floor, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning.
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