Why I Hate my Roommate Ch. 04

The earpiece warbled. He was six minutes early.

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"Clarissa."

My eyes were down, my lips were parted, and for a moment I thought I wouldn't be able to speak at all. This is crazy, I told myself. He's just a guy. A guy with large hard hands and a larger, hard cock and the sort of smile that says "I know. You can't help yourself." Smiles aren't supposed to know about that kind of thing.

"Hello, Stefan," I said. The words came out well enough but try as I might I couldn't raise my eyes. I'd licked this man's feet. I didn't think I was ever getting over that.

"Such a shy little girl you are. I thought we'd spend some time just talking, this evening," he said.

"I'm naked!" I blurted.

"Really? I hadn't noticed. Your face is so beautiful I hadn't gotten any further."

For almost a second I thought he was serious and I couldn't believe how sweet and corny that was. Then I heard him chuckle softly, and I blushed redder. But then I cracked up.

"You... are awful," I said. I managed to raise my eyes. He was in a dark suit in what looked like palace. The palace, I decided, was cheating. The suit was bad enough.

"So I'm told. Your eyes are good, by the way, but I'm going to have to be honest and say the large nipples are very distracting."

"I hoped they would be. I mean if I were naked and you really did get lost in my eyes I... I think I'd be offended. No I wouldn't. Yes I- never mind. Do I talk too much?"

"Only in your sleep. So I am glad the tutor worked out for you. I hope he was polite as well?"

"Very. And three times my age and very amused by the whole thing. Stefan, that was extravagant and beyond sweet."

"You held me responsible for you falling behind in your work. I take that kind of thing seriously."

"You do, hm? You're also responsible for me being horny out of my mind. What are you going to do about that?"

He raised an eyebrow and for some reason the floor didn't open up and swallow me, which just goes to show that no matter how badly you want something, the floor doesn't care. In his last note he'd suggested that expressing sexual needs would be perceived as pushy. And I'd done it anyway.

"Stefan," I said immediately. "Remember what I said in my note. I'm completely lost. I have no idea what could offend you, there's cultural differences and I just don't know anything. I begged you to be patient."

He smiled, very slowly and I thought cruelly. "You want to please me very badly, Clarissa. Why?"

"I honestly don't know. You're handsome, rich, fearless, arrogant, demanding, and sexually merciless. It's a pretty hot package, and you know it. But those are all reasons to... desire you, and", I swallowed, "I do. But wanting to please you like this is new to me. I'm sure you know the reasons better than I do."

"Perhaps I do. Spanking you has more to do with it than you'd want to admit. You want my approval now, and to get it you must be pleasing."

"That's so... raw. You just... say things. Sy is like that. Is that a Romanian thing?"

He chuckled. "I suppose. We think Americans are all twisty with their words, so it doesn't surprise me that you feel we are straight with ours. But we have drifted from the topic of you expecting me to keep you amused sexually."

"I was hoping you wouldn't notice that."

"You hope in vain. Close your pretty eyes, Clarissa."

I did, swallowing.

"Lay your hands on your thighs, and just listen. Listen to my voice and nothing else. I have made your body mine. It wasn't difficult, it desperately wanted to be owned, possessed and used. Your heart is horrified and your mind is terrified, but I will tell you a secret about intense emotions in a woman. They all enslave her. If I make you sexually hungry, or frightened, or angry at me, or even sad – that binds you to me, tighter. It's possible to infuriate a girl into loving a man, did you know that? A man that can play the harp strings of a woman's emotions, rules the woman. I rule you, Clarissa."

"I don't think that's true."

"I require you to keep your eyes closed. Can you open them?"

After three seconds, I gave a soft whimper, and gave up.

"Run your fingertips along the sides of your breasts," he said.

"N-No," I said.

"Now, Clarissa."

My hands trembled in my lap. "I'm infatuated, not hypnotis-"

"NOW!"

My hands flew and stroked. I was shaking.

"Obedience arouses you. I can see your nipples hardening, your lips drying. Lick, Clarissa. Think about the way it felt when I forced your mouth against my cock. Remember the taste, the smell, the trickle of wetness you licked up. You're so hungry to be fucked you can taste it. Your nipples are aching cones, and slit is damp, and it's not because your petting your breasts, it's because obedience is your secret turn on, your deepest need. I'm taking my cock out. Your eyes stay closed, but you can imagine it. I'm going to stroke it very lightly as I look at you, petting yourself for me. Let you fingertips wander over the base of your breasts, and between them, I love the space between. Touch yourself like an eager slut, without being allowed to watch and see what effect it has on me. You don't need your eyes for that, Clarissa. Listening to my voice, my breathing. The more aroused I become the more demanding I get. A lightly aroused man can be affectionate; a deeply aroused male is a savage animal. Do you feel the animal emerging? Think about the way I held you down. Think of what you felt in that moment. You were going to be ravished, and I could see and hear that you never wanted anything more. Right now I want you that same way. I want to ravage and pound and make you cry out, overwhelmed and sobbing because your need to come and your need to please me are at war. Your note made me burn, Clarissa, girls I know don't express themselves that way. You took a chance and when the time comes you will pay for it, but it worked. Stroke your thighs and belly. Remember the feel of my skin against them as I entered you-"

I whimpered, shaking.

"My cock is a stone for you now. If you could open your eyes – and you cannot – you'd stare at it, fascinated, thinking about how it was inside you and how far away it is now. And you'd think... 'please Stefan, take the miles between us away. Let me try to please you again. I will get better with practice, I swear it.' Such shameful thoughts, Clarissa."

"You know too much," I whispered.

"Touch your clit, lightly and slowly. I said slowly! Part your legs more, you will have no secrets with me. Whatever else you become for me, you will be my little fucktoy. You will learn to suck at my cock with your slit and lips until I drown you in cum. You have no idea yet how hot you can be made to burn and crave, and how shamefully you can be made to beg. But you are learning how much you love it."

"Stefan," I said, shattered.

"But what about your heart, Clarissa? Any man can learn to get a woman's body hot. But that's not enough, it is never enough for me. I want your heart. You were disturbed when you woke up without me? Why? You believed I'd be satisfied with that one little sip of the chalice of your sexuality? I'm not that easy. I want your affections as well. A depraved body and a defenceless heart, that is what I crave. Touch faster. I see you squirming. I see you licking your lips and panting. But that's only your body. You already want to give me that body, but I demand more."

A little gasp of need broke free. He was terrifying.

"Now stop touching."

Another whimper, but I obeyed.

"You're about to open your eyes, but you will look only at my eyes. Not my cock. You will not look down, even once. Don't disappoint me in this. Open your eyes... now."

Shaking, I did. Instantly I was struggling. "Stefan... I want to look down. I need to see how aroused you are."

"You can see that in my eyes well enough. And you must obey me if you want this to work. Don't look down."

"Hard... it's hard... I want to look..."

I could see his hand moving over his cock without looking directly at it. My clit was screaming for attention.

He smiled. "What else do you want?"

"No, I can't say-"

"You know I will not tolerate that answer. Tell me. Now."

"I- I want to touch myself again. Stare at your cock and touch myself. I want you to come because I did. To be hot and pretty for you. Stefan, please. Not looking, not touching, it's so hard!"

His hand moved faster. I moaned, softly.

"Touch," he whispered. "One finger only, along the base of your breasts... more slowly, Clarissa... across the nipples... now your lips... now... your clit."

I gasped, softly, staring into his eyes, shaking. The flare of pleasure from the fingertip made it difficult to listen, and then to breathe.

"I want to fuck your mouth, Clarissa. And when I'm close I want you to rub your breasts against my cock like a frantic little slut so I can come all over you. I want to watch you lick it up, while masturbating... touch faster. I will let you look at it... but if you do, you're agreeing to let me take you when I visit next. Not seduce you, not make love to you. Take you, suddenly, savagely and when and how I like, whispering to you what happens if you do not please me, you will learn to work my cock with your pussy and you'll work hard, I'll make you desperate to feel my cum inside you, all over you, making a mess of your pretty skin-"

"Please, yes please! Let me look!"

"Then look."

His hand moved over that hard, brutal, huge cock, faster and faster. He was shiny with precum and thick and throbbing. I felt his eyes on me, searching out my curves, memorizing my skin. I arched, sobbing. His cock was so hard for me. I was so close to coming-

"Now tell me again how you want to please me!" he snapped.

"Take me hard... pinning me down, tearing clothing away, making me helpless, make me have to use my eyes and sounds to show you how much I burn to feel you make me your fuck toy... grip my throat, breasts, ass, tell me to kiss you, I'll lick your mouth, slide my lips over yours, I'll moan as your tongue forces between my slippery lips, I'll whimper as I move my hips for you, sucking frantically on that huge cock with my pussy, milking you – I want your come – I want your come – Stefan it hurts I can't hold it back, please, please, anything you want-!"

He arched, stiffened, his body taut in his suit, and then he came, snarling, cursing in Romanian, jetting and jetting all over his suit pants and I shrieked in agony because he hadn't said I could, and the fireworks in my brain burned everywhere inside me as his cum splattered over and over-

I was shattered, shuddering, whimpering in agony. I had to- I had to-

"Stop. Hands at your sides!"

I burst into tears, helplessly. "You're ruthless!"

He panted. "Yes. And you're a sweet little slut and I love what I just felt."

"I have to touch- I have to come, Stefan, I'm begging here, you have to let me-"

"I have to?"

His voice was suddenly hard, cold. In a saner moment it would have been scary but now it just added to my need to come.

"Please," I said, voicelessly. "You're driving me out of my mind. Please!"

"Touch."

"Thank yo-"

"Stop."

I sobbed like a baby, hands shaking on my thighs.

"This is how it is, Clarissa. You want to give yourself to me, but you don't know how hard it is yet. I can be sweet but I am also that word you like, merciless. You pleased me twice just now, my orgasm and your obedience."

"Are you... are you going to let me come at all?"

"You don't get to know, beautiful Clarissa. You look very lovely in you aching, desperate state, and lovelier still when you come. But you believe sex is about your pleasure. Now it's a part of your submission. Can you handle that?"

"I- I don't- I don't know- I can't think- I want so bad-"

"That's too bad, because I did call you to have a conversation and once again we're sex crazed animals. Let go, Clarissa. Let go of the need to come. Put it aside. You can do it."

"Oh fuck- Stefan-"

"We've talked about language. Pinch your nipple. Slowly and firmly."

I obeyed and the fireworks it set off in me made me sob again.

"Now I want to know about your school work. Why social work?"

My breathing was frantic gasps. "Can't think-"

"Focus, Clarissa. I'm not going to be gentle. I went slowly at our first meeting, but not so much now. If you can't handle me I want us both to know quickly. There is less heartache that way."

"Is this how- how you do it? You, Andrei, other men? B-by making women crazy?"

"I doubt any two men handle women the same way. You don't learn this is school. But I watch you fighting to control your hands, second by second, just trying to hang on... and I know you have given yourself to me. That is what I want."

"Stefan I can't breathe. Let me come. Please."

"No. Hands away from your clit. And I asked you a question. Why Social work?"

"Be-because-" I balled my fists and put them under my knees. It helped. "Because I want to help people. Poverty is everywhere. It can't be cured but it can be mitigated."

"By governments?"

"By people. If they try. Governments are just groups of people in action. Governments are not the best at it but they have a role."

"Interesting. Why aren't governments good at eliminating poverty?"

"You know I'm aching, right? Edge play is hell."

"Edge play teaches you about my power over you, and makes you more mine. Deep down your mind knows that if I can do this to you, I must be powerful – and your urge to submit increases. You're being trained, Clarissa. But right now I want an answer to my question."

I took a long, shuddering, deep breath. "The answer depends on the kind of government. Democracies are prone to becoming dominated by economic interests that favor the rich over the poor. Monarchies give power to families and cliques that tend to lose focus on the welfare of other classes, because maintaining their own position is an all-encompassing struggle. Dictatorships are usually so corrupt they can't do resource allocation. Theocracies can do better but there are none left. Lessening poverty takes sustained effort over generations, and governments get focused on shorter term goals."

"So what works better?"

"Altruism and religious sentiment can lead to grassroots movements that stay focused for the needed amounts of time. But they can end up resource constrained. Why on earth are you asking this NOW?"

He leaned back, frowned, and stood up, removing his pants. "If you were here you would lick these clean, while I wore them and watched... But to your question. I want to understand you, Clarissa. And I am a well-off person, connected to a government in a country with endemic poverty. We've done poorly addressing the plight of gypsies and it is not for lack of trying. Though many don't care. It sounds like you do."

"I do, but I don't know enough to be of any help. And when you have both racism and poverty it's an impossible problem."

"I would have liked to use Syeira as a poster child for the plight of gypsies. She catches eyes. But Andrei is intent on getting himself and her out of Romania in the end. Many women here want to make a good marriage and leave to go anywhere else."

"There's some term for that – women who link up with wealth, produce children, then they move somewhere more suitable for raising children – pulling the wealth away from an area where it could do some good. It's another hard problem to solve, because no one is going to tell parents to raise their children in difficult environments. But when you have the flight of capital from disadvantaged areas, it just makes the mess worse."

"You've thought about this."

"Well, my teachers here make sure I do. But yes."

"What about industry?"

"Industry looks out for itself," I said. "It can lift regions out of poverty, but it's never a reliable force for social justice because it has different goals. It can be exploitive and do much more harm than good. Especially around corrupt governments. Stefan, I feel like I'm being interviewed. That's kind of strange when you're naked."

"It sort of works for me, as you Americans say."

"Did I pass the interview?"

"I think so. I might have to consider your mind as worthwhile as your body. I haven't usually had to do that."

"Maybe if you took education a little more seriously in your supposedly developed nation-"

"Ouch. Down, girl. As it turns out you're right. We don't rank high in that area. But we do have a very good system of healthcare and businesses do well here. It's not a nation of starving gypsies, there are just some starving gypsies here."

"Hm. Can I ask questions?"

He raised an eyebrow. "If you want to get to know me I suppose you will have to."

"What does your company do?"

"Machinery and tools. I don't claim it's fascinating but it produces jobs and made my father a good income."

"Does it employ gypsies?"

"What do you think? But the reasons aren't all pure and sweet. They have low labor costs." He paused. "Aren't you going to ask me what I earn?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because I know you're well off and I don't need to know how well off. Stefan... if I was into you for your money, the orgasms would be bigger and louder, and fake."

"Wait. You can do a bigger, louder orgasm than the ones I've seen from you?"

"If you don't mind them being fake..."

He gestured. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. "Oh, Stefan. Your cock is sooo big. I can't stop licking it. Do you want to... feel it against my slit? Ohhhh... we have to stop, you won't fit. Of Stefan, are you going to... make me? Oh, please, it hurts... Please... Oh. Oh I'm so full, you're... oh! Don't! Gentle! Stefan I... I... oh fuck... fuck... Oh! Oh! Oh Steven YES! Take me harder! I'm going to come so hard around your big diamond studded cock! Come pearls and rubies into my pussy! Yes! Oh Yes! YES YES OH YES BABY YOU'RE GOOD AS GOLD!!!!"

He stared at me for five seconds. And then burst into the most uproarious laughter I'd ever heard.

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"Ok," he said a couple of minutes later, still chuckling. "Some night when Andrei is eavesdropping, I need you to do that again. He will die."

"Speaking of dying. Can I please come now? Because it hasn't stopped aching."

"No, Clarissa. You won't have orgasms until I visit you again."

"Then I must ask when that will be."

"Do you wish to invite me?"

"Didn't I just get in trouble for begging for sex?"

"You need to learn how it is done. A tastefully worded invitation to share dinner with me is not begging for sex."

"I... see. Give me a moment to do this right." I closed my eyes. "Dear Stefan, lord of the hard metal tool. I request the honor of your presence at a meeting to discuss the plight of the poor and very, very needy, with dinner and... dessert to follow."

"I accept. Five days from now. I have an acquisition to make sense of first, or I wouldn't have left you."

"My boyfriend does acqu-"

"Never use that term."

"Merger, then?"

"Boyfriend. Terrible word. I'm not a boy and you will not consider me as a friend if you mean by that equal. You are my submissive, Clarissa."

I paused. "So this makes it official?"

"Yes."

I nodded, a little somberly, and the smiled. "Can I put 'in a relationship' in facebook?"

"Facebook? I thought you were a smart girl."

"I have 379 friends on Facebook. That's one kind of smart."

"How many of them have you slept with?"

"Hey! You're the one with the bunches of lovers. I've been fairly... good."

"I will make you bad, Clarissa. Wicked, orgiastic, sex-crazed. And that is a serious statement."

I shivered. "I know," I whispered, softly.

"Now touch yourself again..."

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I stumbled out of my room. "Sy...."

She looked up. "You did a good job being quiet."

"I didn't g-get to come. And I want to. I'm going crazy."