The dorm room was my sanctuary, a cramped little haven of chaos with textbooks strewn across the floor and the faint scent of lavender from my diffuser lingering in the air. I was sprawled across my bed, the thin sheet kicked to the foot, my body bare and glistening with a light sheen of sweat. My fingers danced between my thighs, coaxing out waves of pleasure that had me arching off the mattress, my moans echoing off the cinderblock walls. I didn’t care if the sound carried; I was alone—or so I thought.
In my mind, I was somewhere darker, dirtier. A shadowed alley, the air thick with danger and desire. I had a faceless stranger pinned against the grimy brick wall, my hands firm on their wrists, my breath hot against their ear as I whispered wicked commands. “Beg for me,” I growled in my fantasy, reveling in their shuddering submission. “Tell me how much you need this.” My fingers moved faster, matching the rhythm of my filthy imagination, my voice a low, desperate hum as I lost myself completely.
I didn’t hear the door creak open. I didn’t notice the soft shuffle of sneakers on the linoleum. But I sure as hell heard the snicker that sliced through my haze like a knife.
My eyes snapped open, heart slamming against my ribcage as I whipped around. There, leaning against the doorframe with a grin that could only be described as diabolical, was Dazai. My infuriating, insufferable roommate. His dark eyes glinted with mischief, and in his hand, held up like a trophy, was his phone—camera lens pointed right at me.
“Enjoying yourself, princess?” he drawled, his voice dripping with mockery as he waved the device. “Didn’t know you had such a… vivid imagination. Care to share with the class?”
Heat flooded my face, a mortifying mix of shame and rage, as I scrambled to yank the sheet over my body. “What the hell, Dazai?!” I hissed, my voice cracking with panic. “Are you seriously recording me right now? Delete that. Now.”
He didn’t move, just tilted his head, that smug smirk widening. “Oh, I don’t think so. This is pure gold. I mean, the moans? The little whispers? You’re a natural. I bet this would go viral in, like, ten seconds flat.”
My stomach dropped. “You wouldn’t dare,” I said, but my voice betrayed me, shrinking to a pathetic whisper. I hated how small I sounded, how vulnerable. This wasn’t me. I wasn’t the girl who begged or pleaded. But here I was, naked in more ways than one, at the mercy of this bastard.
“Wouldn’t I?” He stepped closer, twirling the phone between his fingers like it was a toy. “Here’s the deal, sweetheart. You’ve been a naughty little troublemaker, haven’t you? Sneaking around, making all that noise without inviting me to the party. I think you need to be taught a lesson.”
I glared at him, clutching the sheet tighter, my mind racing for a way out. “A lesson? What are you, my professor now? Get over yourself, Dazai. Delete the video, or I swear I’ll—”
“You’ll what?” he interrupted, his tone sharp and teasing as he loomed over the edge of my bed. “Report me? Scream? Go ahead. But we both know that video’s already backed up to the cloud. So, let’s play nice, yeah? I’ve got a better idea.” His eyes raked over me, unapologetic and hungry, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. “Keep going.”
I blinked, certain I’d misheard him. “What?”
“You heard me,” he said, settling into the chair across from my bed like he was about to watch a damn movie. “Keep touching yourself. Right now. I want a front-row seat to the show.”
My jaw dropped, a mix of horror and something darker—something I refused to name—twisting in my gut. “You’re insane. I’m not doing that.”
“Oh, but you are,” he countered smoothly, tapping his phone screen. “Unless you want this little performance to hit every group chat on campus by morning. Come on, princess. Don’t be shy now. You were so loud a minute ago.”
I swallowed hard, my throat dry as sandpaper. The room felt suffocating, the air charged with a tension I couldn’t escape. My hands trembled under the sheet, but I couldn’t deny the sick thrill of being cornered like this, the way his gaze pinned me in place just as much as my fantasies had pinned that stranger in the alley. I hated him for it. I hated myself for the way my body responded, betraying me with every shaky breath.
“Fine,” I spat, my voice low and venomous, trying to reclaim some shred of control. “But don’t think for a second this means you’ve won. You’re a disgusting creep, you know that?”
“Sticks and stones, babe,” he shot back, leaning forward with a wicked gleam in his eye. “Now, lose the sheet. And don’t just touch—talk. I heard you mumbling some filthy stuff earlier. Let’s hear it again. Louder this time. Tell me what you were imagining… but make it about me.”
My cheeks burned, but I forced myself to meet his stare, refusing to let him see me crumble completely. If he wanted a show, I’d give him one—but on my terms, even if they were warped by this twisted game. Slowly, I let the sheet fall, exposing myself to his greedy gaze, my fingers hesitating before slipping back between my thighs. The humiliation was a living thing, clawing at me, but so was the heat building under his scrutiny.
“Fine,” I said, my voice trembling but laced with defiance. “You want a fantasy, Dazai? Picture this: I’ve got you backed into that alley you walked in on in my head. You’re the one trembling, not me. I’m pressing you against the wall, my hand on your throat, just tight enough to make you gasp. And I’m whispering in your ear, telling you how pathetic you are for thinking you could control me.”
His smirk faltered for a split second, a flicker of surprise in his eyes, but he recovered quickly, leaning back with a low whistle. “Damn, princess. Didn’t know you had it in you. Keep going. What else do I do in this little fantasy of yours? Do I beg? Do I break?”
My fingers moved faster despite myself, the shame and the power play blurring together into something intoxicating. “Oh, you beg,” I said, my voice growing steadier, sharper. “You beg me to let you touch me, to let you prove you’re worth my time. And when I finally let you, I make you get on your knees, right there in the dirt, and—”
“Faster,” he interrupted, his voice rough now, no longer just teasing. “Touch yourself faster. I want to see you lose it while you talk about owning me. Come on, don’t hold back now.”
I bit my lip, hating how his command sent a jolt through me, how the dynamic shifted even as I tried to hold onto the reins. My fingers obeyed before my mind could catch up, the pace quickening, my breath hitching as I fought to keep my words steady. “I’d make you worship me, Dazai. Every inch. You’d be so desperate, so pathetic, just waiting for me to tell you what to do next.”
His laughter was low, dangerous, as he leaned closer, his phone forgotten for a moment on the desk. “Careful, princess. Keep talking like that, and I might just let you try it for real. But for now… don’t stop. I’m enjoying this way too much.”
The room spun with the weight of his words, the line between control and surrender blurring until I couldn’t tell who was truly in charge. All I knew was the heat, the shame, and the dark, undeniable pull of his gaze as I teetered on the edge of something I couldn’t take back.
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