The Roommate Clause(3)

Chapter 3

I cleaned up.

Hands still shaking. Face still hot. The toy rinsed and put back in the silk bag like nothing had happened. I pulled my sweatpants up, splashed cold water on my face, and stared at myself in the mirror for a long second.

I looked wrecked.

And I still walked out to the living room.

Kai was on the couch, laptop open on the coffee table, one ankle resting on the opposite knee. He didn’t look up when I stopped a few feet away.

“Closer.”

I moved closer.

He closed the laptop, set it aside, and finally lifted his eyes to mine. There was no heat in them. No rush. Just calm, focused attention that made my stomach twist.

“Turn around.”

I did.

“Hands on the back of the couch.”

My palms met the cool leather. I heard him stand. Heard the soft shift of fabric as he moved behind me. He didn’t touch me yet. Just stood close enough that I could feel the heat of his body.

“You followed instructions well,” he said. Voice low. Almost conversational. “But you still came without permission.”

I swallowed. “You didn’t say I needed permission.”

“I’m saying it now.”

His hand settled on the small of my back. Light. Barely there. Then it slid lower, over the curve of my ass, and stopped.

“These stay down.”

I pushed the sweatpants and briefs down in one motion. The cool air hit my skin. I felt exposed in a way that had nothing to do with being naked.

Kai’s hand returned. This time he gripped one cheek, spread me open, and just looked. I could feel his eyes on me. The quiet stretch of time made my pulse climb higher with every second.

“Already wet again,” he murmured. “From being told what to do.”

I didn’t answer. Couldn’t.

Two fingers pressed against me — slick, firm, testing. He pushed in slow, no rush, watching the way my body took him. My breath left me in a broken exhale. He added a third finger without asking, stretching me open with deliberate, steady strokes.

“You’re tight,” he said. “Still new to this.”

I nodded once, forehead dropping toward the couch.

“Words.”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes… I’m still new.”

His fingers curled. Found the spot that made my knees threaten to give out. He worked it without mercy, slow and deep, until I was pushing back onto his hand without meaning to.

“Greedy,” he said, almost soft. “You want more already.”

I hated how true it was.

He kept going until my arms shook and my cock was leaking onto the leather. Every time I got close he slowed down, pulled almost all the way out, then pushed back in like he had all the time in the world. The control was worse than if he’d just fucked me. It left me stranded on the edge, desperate and open and completely at his mercy.

“Please—”

The word slipped out before I could stop it.

Kai’s free hand came up and closed lightly around the front of my throat, not squeezing, just holding. “Please what?”

“Please let me come.”

He leaned in until his mouth was near my ear. “Not yet.”

His fingers kept moving. Deeper. Harder. I was shaking so badly the couch creaked under my hands. Tears stung the corners of my eyes from how badly I needed it. He didn’t stop. Didn’t speed up. Just held me there, open and aching, until I was making sounds I didn’t recognize.

When he finally pulled his fingers out I almost sobbed at the emptiness.

He turned me around by the hip. Looked at my face. Then lifted the same hand and pressed two slick fingers against my mouth.

“Clean them.”

I did. Slowly. Tasting myself on his skin while he watched every movement of my tongue.

When I finished he stepped back.

“Go to your room,” he said. “Door open. Hands off yourself. If I find out you touched your cock before I say you can, the next time will be worse.”

I stood there breathing hard, pants still around my thighs, cock aching so badly it hurt.

Kai picked up his laptop again like the conversation was over.

“I mean it,” he added without looking up. “Door open.”

I walked to my room on unsteady legs.

Left the door wide open.

Sat on the edge of the bed with my hands gripping the sheets so I wouldn’t break his rule.

And waited.

Because I already knew he wasn’t done with me.

And the worst part — the part that made my stomach flip and my cock throb — was that I didn’t want him to be.