The dorm room smelled faintly of cheap lavender air freshener and the lingering musk of unwashed gym clothes. It was a small, cramped space, barely big enough for two twin beds and a pair of rickety desks, but it was mine. Well, ours. Mine and Dazai’s. That infuriating, insufferable asshole of a roommate who seemed to exist solely to make my life a living hell. But right now, I didn’t care about him. Right now, I was alone, sprawled naked across my bed, the scratchy sheets bunched beneath me as my fingers worked feverishly between my thighs.
My breath came in sharp, ragged gasps, each one punctuated by a low, guttural moan that echoed off the cinderblock walls. I didn’t bother to muffle myself—why would I? Dazai was supposed to be at some stupid frat party, probably getting wasted and hitting on anything with a pulse. The thought of him stumbling back hours from now, reeking of beer and bad decisions, only fueled the dark, twisted fantasies playing out in my mind. Me, in control. Me, pinning him down, making him beg. Me, the queen of his submission as he whimpered beneath my touch. My fingers moved faster, chasing that delicious edge, my hips bucking against my own hand as I lost myself in the haze of raw, unfiltered need.
Until a sharp, mocking snicker sliced through the fog of my arousal like a knife.
My eyes snapped open, heart slamming against my ribcage as I froze mid-motion. There, leaning casually against the doorframe with that infuriating smirk plastered across his face, was Dazai. His phone was in his hand, the little red recording light glaring at me like a predator’s eye. My stomach dropped, a wave of mortification crashing over me as I scrambled to yank the sheet over my exposed body. But his voice, low and dripping with amusement, stopped me cold.
“Well, well, well,” he drawled, pushing off the doorframe and sauntering into the room like he owned it. “What do we have here? My naughty little roommate, putting on quite the show. Didn’t think you had it in you, sweetheart.”
“Dazai!” My voice came out as a strangled squeak, my face burning as I clutched the sheet to my chest. “How—how long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough,” he said, his dark eyes glinting with mischief as he held up the phone, giving it a little shake. “Got every filthy second on video. You’re a natural, you know that? All those moans, those little gasps… damn, I should sell tickets.”
“Delete it,” I hissed, my voice trembling with a mix of shame and desperation. “Right now. I’m serious, Dazai. Delete that video, or I swear—”
“Or you’ll what?” He cut me off, his tone sharp and taunting as he stepped closer, towering over my bed. “You’re not exactly in a position to make demands, pet. Look at you, all flushed and guilty. You’ve been a very disobedient girl, haven’t you? Sneaking around, touching yourself without permission. I think you need to be punished.”
My breath hitched, a humiliating thrill shooting through me at his words despite the burning embarrassment. “Please,” I whispered, hating how small my voice sounded. “Just… just delete it. I’ll do anything.”
“Anything, huh?” His smirk widened, and he tilted his head, studying me like a cat toying with a cornered mouse. “That’s a dangerous promise, sweetheart. But I like the sound of it. Tell you what—why don’t you finish what you started? Right here, right now. Let me watch.”
I stared at him, my mouth dry, my mind racing. “You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, I’m dead serious,” he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous purr as he sat on the edge of my bed, close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off him. “Go on. Show me how much of a naughty little thing you are. And don’t you dare stop until I say so.”
Humiliation burned through me, hot and sharp, but there was something else there too—something dark and hungry that made my hands tremble as they slid back beneath the sheet. My fingers moved hesitantly at first, my eyes locked on his as he watched with rapt attention, his gaze searing into me.
“Faster,” he commanded, his voice firm, leaving no room for argument. “And don’t be shy now. Tell me what you were thinking about. I want to hear every dirty little detail. Let’s see if your fantasies are as filthy as I think they are.”
I swallowed hard, my voice barely above a whisper as I forced the words out. “I… I was thinking about you. About… controlling you. Making you beg. Making you kneel for me.”
His eyebrows shot up, a delighted laugh escaping him. “Oh, that’s rich. You, controlling me? Sweetheart, you’ve got it all backward. But I’ll let you dream—for now. Keep going. Tell me more.”
The shame was almost unbearable, but so was the heat pooling in my core as I obeyed, my fingers moving faster under his relentless gaze, my voice shaking as I spilled every twisted thought I’d had. He listened, his smirk never faltering, his eyes dark with something I couldn’t quite name.
And then, without warning, he reached out, grabbing my wrist and yanking my hand away. Before I could protest, he hauled me across his lap, belly down, my bare skin exposed to the cool air of the room. I gasped, squirming against him, but his grip was ironclad.
“Bad girls get spanked,” he said, his voice dripping with mock sternness as his hand came down hard on my backside. The sharp sting made me yelp, and he chuckled, delivering another smack. “That’s for thinking you could get away with this. And this—” Another slap, harder this time. “—is for those ridiculous fantasies of yours. You think you’re in charge? Think again, pet.”
I bit my lip, tears of humiliation prickling at the corners of my eyes as each strike sent a confusing mix of pain and heat coursing through me. And then, just as abruptly as he’d started, he stopped. His hand lingered on my skin, warm and possessive, before sliding lower. I froze as two fingers pushed inside me, rough and deliberate, his movements unapologetic as I gasped at the intrusion.
“Look at you,” he murmured, his voice thick with amusement as he worked me with a cruel precision. “So desperate, so helpless. You’re practically dripping for me, aren’t you? Pathetic. I bet you’d do anything I asked right now.”
I whimpered, my hands fisting the sheets as I fought to keep some semblance of control, but it was useless. He was relentless, his fingers curling inside me, his taunts cutting deeper than I cared to admit. And then, just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he pulled away, leaving me trembling and aching.
“Beg for it,” he said, his voice low and commanding as he leaned back, his dark eyes boring into mine. “Beg for the privilege of pleasing me. I want to hear you say it, nice and clear. Go on, pet. Use that pretty little mouth of yours.”
Tears of shame burned my eyes as I stammered out the words, my voice barely audible. “Please… please let me… let me please you. I’ll do it. I’ll do anything.”
“Louder,” he snapped, his hand gripping my chin and forcing me to meet his gaze. “I want to hear how much you want it.”
“Please!” I choked out, the humiliation nearly choking me as I repeated the words, louder this time, my face burning under his smug stare. “Please let me please you. I—I need to.”
“Good girl,” he purred, a satisfied grin spreading across his face as he guided me down, his hand firm on the back of my head. I hesitated for only a moment before complying, my lips trembling as I took him in, his groans of pleasure reverberating above me. “That’s it, pet. Just like that. You’re mine now, aren’t you? My obedient little toy.”
His words stung, but they also sent a shiver through me, a twisted thrill I couldn’t ignore as I followed his every command. And when he spoke again, his voice was a dark promise that made my blood run cold.
“Don’t think this video’s going anywhere, sweetheart,” he said, his tone laced with wicked delight as he held up his phone, the recording light still blinking. “I’m enjoying this game far too much. And trust me—we’re just getting started.”
I closed my eyes, the weight of his words settling over me like a chain. There was no escaping this. No escaping him. And deep down, a part of me wasn’t sure I wanted to.
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