The dorm room was a cocoon of muted chaos—textbooks strewn across the desk, laundry spilling from a hamper, and the faint hum of campus life filtering through the cracked window. I lay sprawled on my bed, the thin sheet kicked to the floor, my bare skin prickling in the warm, stale air. My breath came in sharp, ragged gasps, my fingers moving with desperate rhythm between my thighs. I was lost, utterly consumed by the filthy fantasies swirling in my mind—images of being pinned down, commanded, and taken in the most depraved ways. My moans spilled out, loud and unapologetic, echoing off the cinderblock walls. I didn’t care. I couldn’t. The world outside my spiraling pleasure didn’t exist.
Until a sharp, mocking snicker sliced through the haze.
My eyes snapped open, my body freezing mid-motion as a bolt of pure dread shot through me. I whipped my head toward the door, and there he was—Dazai, my insufferable roommate, leaning against the frame with that infuriating smirk plastered across his face. His phone was in his hand, angled just so, the little red light on the camera glaring like a predator’s eye. My heart plummeted into my stomach, a cold sweat breaking out across my skin.
“Oh, don’t stop on my account,” he drawled, his voice dripping with amusement. “You were putting on quite the show, sweetheart. Oscar-worthy, really.”
I scrambled to cover myself, yanking the sheet up to my chest, my face burning with mortification. “Dazai, please,” I whispered, my voice small and trembling. “Don’t—don’t share that. Please delete it. I’ll do anything.”
His dark eyes glinted with mischief as he pushed off the doorframe and sauntered closer, twirling the phone between his fingers like a trophy. “Anything, huh? That’s a dangerous promise, little exhibitionist. Didn’t think you’d be so… reckless. What if someone else had walked in? Or are you into that?”
I swallowed hard, my throat tight with shame. “I—I didn’t think you’d be back so soon. Just… delete it. Please.”
He chuckled, low and taunting, plopping down on the edge of my bed without invitation. “Nah, I think I’ll keep this little gem. But since you’re so eager to make amends, let’s have some fun first. Go on, keep touching yourself. Right now. I wanna see how you finish.”
My breath hitched, my mind reeling. “W-what? No, I can’t—”
“Oh, you can,” he interrupted, his tone sharp and commanding. “And you will. Faster, too. Don’t make me repeat myself. And while you’re at it, tell me what’s going through that dirty little head of yours. I heard some interesting moans. Let’s hear the details.”
Humiliation burned through me, but the weight of that video—the threat of it—pinned me in place. With trembling hands, I let the sheet fall away, my fingers hesitantly returning to where they’d been. My voice shook as I forced out the words he demanded. “I—I was imagining… being tied up. By you. You telling me what to do, calling me… names. Using me.”
His grin widened, predatory and smug. “Good girl. Keep going. Louder. I want every filthy thought.”
My cheeks flamed as I obeyed, my voice barely above a whisper at first, then growing under his unrelenting gaze. Each word felt like a lash, stripping away any shred of dignity I had left. My movements quickened under his scrutiny, the shame only fueling the heat pooling in my core despite myself.
“That’s it,” he purred, shifting closer until his knee brushed against my thigh. “You’re such a mess, aren’t you? Can’t even control yourself in a shared room. Pathetic.”
Before I could process his words, he grabbed my wrist, yanking me forward with surprising strength. In one swift motion, I was over his lap, belly down, my bare skin exposed and vulnerable. I gasped, squirming instinctively, but his hand pressed firm against my lower back, holding me in place.
“Stay still,” he ordered, his voice a low growl. “You’ve earned this.”
The first sharp smack of his hand against my backside made me yelp, the sting blooming hot and immediate. “Look at you,” he taunted, delivering another strike. “Moaning like a slut for the whole dorm to hear, and now you’re squirming over my knee. You love this, don’t you?”
“N-no,” I stammered, even as the heat of his words—and his hand—sent conflicting shivers through me. Another smack, harder this time, and I bit my lip to stifle a whimper.
“Liar,” he sneered, his tone dripping with derision. “You’re practically dripping. Let’s see just how much you’re enjoying this.” Without warning, his fingers slipped between my thighs, two of them pushing inside me with no hesitation. I gasped, my body arching against my will as he worked them with cruel precision.
“God, you’re so easy,” he mocked, his voice thick with amusement. “All it takes is a little humiliation, and you’re falling apart. What a helpless little thing you are.”
Tears prickled at the corners of my eyes, the mix of shame and unwanted arousal overwhelming. His fingers moved faster, his free hand delivering another sharp spank, and I couldn’t hold back the broken moan that escaped my lips.
“That’s right,” he murmured, leaning down so his breath was hot against my ear. “Cry for me. But we’re not done yet. I want to hear you beg. Beg to please me. Go on, use that pretty mouth of yours to convince me.”
I shook my head weakly, the words catching in my throat. “Dazai, please, I—I can’t—”
“You can,” he cut in, his fingers stilling inside me as if to emphasize his control. “And you will. Beg. Now. Tell me how much you want to get on your knees for me.”
The tears spilled over then, hot and humiliating, but I had no choice. My voice cracked as I forced out the words. “Please, Dazai… let me—let me please you. I’ll do it. I’ll… use my mouth. Just don’t share the video. Please.”
He laughed, a dark, satisfied sound, and pulled his fingers free, wiping them casually on my thigh as if I were nothing more than an object. “Good pet,” he said, his tone mockingly affectionate. “Go on, then. Show me how obedient you can be.”
I slid off his lap, my knees trembling as I positioned myself before him, my face burning with shame. His hand guided me, firm and unyielding, as I did what he demanded. His moans filled the room, each one a twisted reminder of my humiliation, and his taunts didn’t stop.
“That’s it, just like that,” he groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair. “Such a good little pet. I think I’ll keep that video handy, though. You know, for insurance. We’ve got plenty more games to play, don’t we?”
I didn’t answer, couldn’t answer, the weight of his words settling heavy in my chest. The air between us crackled with unresolved tension, a dangerous promise of what was to come. As I knelt there, broken and exposed, I knew this was only the beginning.
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