My New Roommate - Part 10

I swear Damien’s been torturing me on purpose all damn day.
Every little thing—his hand brushing against mine when we washed dishes, his smirk when he leaned too close to whisper “good boy” in my ear while passing me a towel, it all burned through me like fire.

My dick had been aching in my jeans since breakfast. I could barely breathe around him anymore without wanting to grab him and beg.

And maybe that’s what he wanted.

By nightfall, I was wound so tight I could barely think. The second we stepped into the bedroom, I already knew—tonight was going to be different. Damien wasn’t hiding behind his “innocent” act. He was standing there shirtless, eyes locked on me, the corner of his lip twitching into that devilish grin I’d grown addicted to.

“Strip,” he said. Just that one word.
My chest seized, heat bolting straight to my cock.

I hesitated for a second—not because I didn’t want to, but because I felt like I was about to step off a cliff. His gaze sharpened.
“Now.”

My fingers fumbled at my shirt, dragging it over my head, then tugging off my pants. My cock sprang free, already hard, already leaking. I hated how quick it obeyed him—how quick I obeyed him.

“Kneel.”

My knees hit the floor before I even realized it. He was still standing above me, looking down like he owned me. And fuck—he did.

“You’ve been desperate, haven’t you?” His voice was low, taunting. “Thinking about me, about how I was gonna fuck you?”
“Yes,” I gasped, humiliated by how easy the word fell out.
“Say it. Say how bad you want it.”
“I—I need you, Damien. I’ve been going crazy. Please, I need you to fuck me.”

He smiled like he’d just won a game he’d been playing for weeks. He reached down, grabbing my hair, yanking my head back until I looked up at him. His cock was already hard, tenting his boxers. My mouth watered.

“You’re mine,” he said. “And you’re not cumming until I say so.”

He shoved me onto the bed, face pressed into the sheets, and yanked my ass up. His boxers hit the floor, and before I could catch my breath he was pushing inside me. My body clenched, my mouth opening in a broken moan.

“Fuck, Damien—”
“Shut up. Take it.”

Every thrust was punishing, rough, perfectly aimed to make me shake. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them above my head, his chest pressed against my back. I couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but take his cock as he drilled into me.

The heat in my gut kept rising, white-hot, and I knew I was close. My cock was drooling against the sheets, untouched. I whimpered, desperate.
“Damien—I’m gonna—”
He stopped. Pulled out completely.

I cried out. My body trembled, straining for release, but he only chuckled in my ear.
“Not yet. You don’t get to cum until I say.”

Then he flipped me onto my back and shoved back inside me, harder this time, staring straight into my eyes as he fucked me. His sweat dripped onto my chest, his hair falling into his face, and I thought I might actually break apart from wanting him so badly.

“Beg,” he growled.
“Please,” I gasped, clutching at the sheets, “please let me cum, Damien, I can’t take it—”
“Say you’re my toy.”
“I’m your toy—fuck—I’m yours—just let me cum!”

His smirk widened, satisfied. He gripped my throat, just enough to make my pulse race, and slammed harder.
“Now,” he hissed.

The word hit me like lightning. I came untouched, screaming his name, my body convulsing under him as my cock spurted all over my stomach. My mind went blank, all control gone.

He groaned as he finished inside me, grinding deep until I could feel the heat spreading in me. For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of our breaths, ragged and harsh, the room spinning around me.

Damien pulled out, collapsed beside me, and for a terrifying second I thought he’d smirk again, say something cruel. But instead, he brushed my hair back from my sweaty forehead and kissed me—soft, almost gentle.

“See?” he whispered, voice low, smug but tender at the edges. “That wasn’t so bad, right?”

My body was wrecked, my heart pounding, but I couldn’t stop smiling even as I shook. I was ruined, destroyed—and completely his.