The dorm room was a sanctuary of chaos—textbooks strewn across the desk, a tangle of laundry spilling from the hamper, and the faint hum of the campus outside the cracked window. But for Vivian, it was her kingdom, her battlefield, her escape. At twenty-one, she was a force of nature, a young woman with a tongue as sharp as a blade and a will that could bend steel. She didn’t take shit from anyone, least of all her infuriating roommate, Dazai, with his smug smirks and infuriatingly perfect hair. He was supposed to be out—some dumb frat party or whatever it was that kept him away. Good riddance. This was her time.
Sprawled across her unmade bed, stark naked and unapologetic, Vivian let the world melt away. The sheets were cool against her fevered skin, her breath hitching as her fingers danced with a desperate, hungry rhythm. Her mind was a filthy canvas, painting a faceless lover beneath her—bound, helpless, pleading for mercy as she rode them with ruthless control. “Beg for it,” she hissed through gritted teeth, her voice a low growl meant for no one but herself. “You’re mine to break.” Her moans grew louder, unrestrained, echoing off the thin walls as she chased that delicious edge, oblivious to everything but her own pleasure.
Until a mocking chuckle sliced through the haze like a knife.
Vivian froze, her heart slamming against her ribcage. Her eyes snapped open, darting toward the door. There, leaning casually against the frame with a devilish grin, stood Dazai. His phone was in hand, the little red dot of the recording light glaring at her like a predator’s eye. “Well, well, well,” he drawled, his voice dripping with amusement. “What do we have here? Vivian, the untouchable queen, caught being a naughty little mess.”
Her usual fire sputtered out, replaced by a cold dread that pooled in her stomach. She yanked the sheet over herself, though it did little to shield her from the humiliation burning her cheeks. “Dazai, what the fuck—” Her voice, normally a whip, came out hushed, almost submissive. “How long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough,” he said, stepping into the room and kicking the door shut behind him with a lazy flick of his foot. “Long enough to get some *prime* footage of the great Vivian losing her damn mind. Gotta say, I didn’t peg you for such a loudmouth in bed. Or... on bed, I guess.” He waved the phone tauntingly, his dark eyes glinting with mischief. “This is gold. Pure, filthy gold.”
“You’re a sick bastard,” she spat, though her words lacked their usual venom. Her mind raced—how the hell did she get out of this? “Delete it. Now.”
“Oh, sweetheart, I don’t think so.” Dazai’s grin widened as he sauntered closer, towering over her with an infuriating air of control. “You’ve been such a bad girl, Viv. I think you need to be punished for this little... performance. Don’t you?”
Her jaw clenched, but the heat in her cheeks betrayed her. She hated how her body still thrummed with the aftershocks of her interrupted climax, hated how his taunting voice sent a shiver down her spine. “You’re disgusting,” she muttered, but it sounded weak even to her own ears.
“Disgusting, huh? That’s not what your moans were saying a minute ago.” He tilted his head, mock-thoughtful. “Tell you what. Since I’ve got you in such a... compromising position, let’s make this fun. Keep going. Right now. Show me how much of a dirty little slut you really are.”
Her eyes widened, a mix of shock and fury flashing across her face. “You’re out of your fucking mind.”
“Am I?” He dangled the phone again, a silent threat. “One tap, and this goes to every contact in my list. Or... you can play nice. Touch yourself, Viv. And don’t you dare hold back. I want to hear every nasty thought in that pretty head of yours.”
The humiliation burned, a bitter tang in her throat, but what choice did she have? With a glare that could’ve melted steel, she let the sheet fall away, exposing herself to his hungry gaze. Her fingers hesitated, then resumed their rhythm, slower this time, her breath shaky. “Happy now, you creep?” she hissed, her voice trembling with both shame and a reluctant heat.
“Not quite,” Dazai purred, sitting on the edge of the bed, far too close for comfort. “Faster. And talk to me, baby. Tell me what you’re imagining. Is it me? Am I the one you’re breaking in that twisted little mind of yours?”
She bit her lip, hating how his words twisted something deep inside her. “Fine,” she growled, her voice low and raw. “Yeah, it’s you. I’m pinning you down, making you beg for me. You’re nothing but a toy, Dazai, a pathetic little thing I use and toss aside.” Her words were meant to sting, to reclaim some power, but they came out breathless, laced with a need she couldn’t hide.
“Damn, that’s hot,” he chuckled, his tone mocking. “But let’s flip the script, huh? I think you’re the one who needs to be tamed.” Before she could react, he grabbed her wrist, yanking her over his lap with surprising strength. She gasped, her bare skin pressed against his jeans as he held her in place. “Time for a lesson, Viv,” he said, his voice dark with promise. “Let’s see how the mighty fall.”
The first sharp spank landed on her backside, a stinging shock that made her yelp. “What the—Dazai, you asshole!” she snapped, squirming in his grip.
“Asshole? That’s not what you’ll be calling me in a minute,” he teased, delivering another slap, harder this time. “Look at you, putting on such a pathetic little show. You love this, don’t you? Getting put in your place for once.”
“Fuck you,” she growled, but her voice wavered as the heat of his hand lingered on her skin, each strike stoking a fire she didn’t want to acknowledge.
“Oh, we’ll get to that,” he said with a smirk, his hand trailing lower, teasingly close to where she ached most. “But first...” Without warning, he slid two fingers inside her, the sudden intrusion drawing a choked moan from her lips. “Goddamn, you’re soaked,” he commented crudely, his tone laced with amusement. “All this fight, and you’re still dripping for me. What a mess you are, Viv.”
She squirmed, torn between rage and the maddening pleasure of his touch. “Shut up,” she gasped, her nails digging into the sheets as he worked her with a cruel precision.
“Not a chance,” he murmured, leaning close to her ear. “I’m just getting started. But you’ve gotta earn the rest. Beg for it. Beg to taste me, sweetheart. I want to hear that proud little mouth of yours break.”
Her pride screamed in protest, but the weight of his control—and that damn phone—crushed it. Tears of frustration pricked her eyes as she forced the words out, her voice barely a whisper. “Please... let me... let me suck you off.”
“Louder,” he commanded, his fingers stilling inside her, leaving her teetering on the edge. “Say it like you mean it.”
“Please, Dazai,” she said, louder this time, her voice cracking with humiliation. “Let me... let me pleasure you. I’ll do it. Just... please.”
“Good girl,” he purred, pulling his fingers free and wiping them on her thigh with a smirk. “Look at you, my obedient little pet. Knew you’d come around.” As she knelt before him, her hands trembling as she reached for his belt, he let out a low moan of anticipation, his eyes never leaving her. “Don’t worry, Viv. That video? It’s not going anywhere. I’m way too entertained to delete it. We’re gonna have so much fun with this.”
Trapped in his humiliating game, Vivian felt her usual strength crumble, buried beneath the weight of his newfound dominance. The room seemed to close in around her, the air thick with tension and the bitter taste of her own defeat. For now, she was his to command—and she hated how a twisted part of her craved it.
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