Page 11 of The Roommate (One Night #1)

“Baby, I wanna touch you I wanna breathe into your well”

If someone had told me that I would have Eda in my arms a few weeks ago, I would have laughed on their face before breaking it for daring to joke about what’s mine.

But here she is, sprawled beneath me, naked and breathless. Her skin flushed red, the blue in her eyes almost completely hidden by her pupils, heartbeat running a mile, and dripping wet for me. The sight of her sends a vicious thrill through my veins. I want to ruin her, so bad, for everybody else.

My control is in fucking shambles. Every rational thought has been burned to ash by the wildfire of need she ignited. I’m still painfully hard, my body screaming to take her, to claim every inch of her, to remind her who she belongs to.

Mine .

I don’t know how we got here. One second, I was reading that filthy book of hers—some twisted fantasy about punishment and pleasure—and the next, she was standing in front of me, wrapped in nothing but a towel, like a perfect Christmas gift. My restraint snapped.

Who knew the sweet girl, the good girl Eda, reads books that would make the devil kneel?

My tongue traces the delicate curve of her neck.

Her head falls back with a gasp, surrendering to me.

The scent of her skin—coconuts and beach-like—wraps around my senses like a drug.

I can’t resist. My teeth sink into the column of her throat, just enough to claim, to punish, to own .

A moan spills from her lips, and it’s fucking euphoria.

I get up to fulfill the purpose. This isn’t about me, it’s about her. She was supposed to lose the game, but I can’t take it anymore. So, now, I’ll make her say it. I’ll make her beg me.

Eda whimpers at the loss of my touch, her hips arching off the bed in silent pleading. The sight of her like this—spread out, desperate, mine—sends pure satisfaction through me.

My gaze drags down her body, staying on the marks I’ve left—the reddening bite on her throat, her neck. My cock throbs at the sight, but I force myself to stay still.

She doesn’t get relief yet.

Not yet.

“Say blue if you want me to stop.”

“What?”

“Your safe word.”

She visibly gulps before uttering a small “Oh,” I get her. It’s hard for me to believe it too.

“Repeat it.”

“Blue.”

“Good. Remember it. Because tonight, you’re all mine .”

I pull out the handcuffs, lube, butt plug from the box beneath my bed.

A smirk tugs at my lips as I take a seat beside her.

Some might question why I even have these, but I’ve never been one to leave things to chance.

Preparedness is power. And I intend to wield every last bit of it.

I would never be caught off-guard ever again.

“Hands.” I command, my voice rough with barely leashed control.

She puts both her hands in front of me, submitting to me like a good girl. I falter for a moment for the fact that she trusts me enough to do this. The fact that she trusts me not to hurt her. Not in that way.

The cuffs click shut. There’s a soft layer of white velvet on the inside, so no matter how much she pulls against it, the steel won’t bite into her skin.

“Turn over.”

Those wide, sinful eyes flicker with defiance. Always fucking defiant.

A smirk curls my mouth. I like it when she fights.

“Make me,” she breathes. It’s a challenge—one I’ll gladly destroy.

In one swift move, I grab her waist and flip her onto her stomach, over my thighs. She gasps, her ass now on full display—round, perfect, begging for my hand.

“Are you okay, my Blueberry?”

She nods her head in response.

I don’t hesitate.

The first smack echoes through the room, sharp and punishing. Her body jerks, a scream tearing from her throat.

“Words, Blueberry. I need your words and good girls obey instantly. But you don’t want to be good, do you? You want me to punish you harder.”

“Yes,” I wonder if it’s a yes-she’s-okay or yes-punish-me-harder. “I’m fine.”

I knead her ass. Red blooms across her creamy, white skin, and something primal in me roars in approval.

“Such a cute ass you have. I bet it’ll look even cuter red and sore.”

I spank her, almost softly. Testing her.

“Again.” She says so low, I almost miss it. Well, well, well.

“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?”

Without any further words or warning, I slap her ass again, harder this time. Then again. And again. She whimpers, her fingers twisting in the sheets. Her breath comes out in small puffs as I smack her five more times, without a break, alternating between her left and right cheek.

I stop, and gently massage her. Her ass burns in perfect, bright cherry red color. And fuck, isn’t the most beautiful sight?

My hold doesn’t allow her much to move as she squirms. “It’s okay, Blueberry, but you won’t get away. You’ll take your punishment like a good girl.”

I land another blow, then another, watching as her skin darkens under my touch, as her body writhes between pain and pleasure. She’s a crying, whimpering mess with a wet cunt. And she’s fucking perfect.

“Doesn’t it feel good to be punished? Look at you, taking it so well. You are such a good girl.”

When she’s trembling, when her moans are nothing but broken pleas, I finally give in.

I drag her up against me, her legs on either side of mine.

“There, there.” I stroke her hair. She groans at the pain as her ass rests against my sweatpants.

They’re pure cotton so it should be comfortable for her, at least more than any other fabric.

I can’t say it enough but fuck, she did so good. I’ve always thought my fantasies were too much. But seeing her, it is like she is made for me. I want to kiss her right now, but I won’t. It’s too intimate. Too dangerous. And neither of us is ready to cross that line.

“You’re mine,” I growl against her lips. “Every fucking inch. And tonight?” I push her back down, spreading her thighs wide. “I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

Tonight? I won’t stop until she’s done with her bullshit lie. I’ll make her scream, beg, and then I’ll make her admit that she wants me.

I lick her tears, then look straight in her eyes. There is desire, doubt, need, confusion and fear in her eyes.

She moves slightly on my painfully hard cock, and I choke on air. She lets out a moan as her clit rubs against me. Well, we’re both utterly fucked.

“Fuck me,” she hesitates, “Aiden.” I’m dying to do exactly that.

I chuckle, “So desperate, my sweetheart, but not yet.”

“I—I need it, Aiden.”

My hand on her hair stops, and I grip them. The tug makes her instantly still and hiss at the pain. “When I say no, Eda, it means no. Understand?”

She moves her hips back and forth on my cock. I barely restrain the groan that escapes me. “Yes, yes. I understand.” If not her, then my balls will definitely kill me.

“You’re going to be patient for me. I’m not done with you yet.”

She instantly freezes at that.

I can’t help but laugh at her reaction. I kiss her forehead. “You know you sound very pretty when you scream. And I really, really want to hear you beg, my Blueberry.”