His Toy, Her Desire.

Mira knelt on the floor, wrists crossed behind her back, her tight pink shorts barely covering the curve of her ass. The leash clipped to her collar jingled as she swayed, waiting. Her roommate, Jake, scrolled through his phone at the kitchen counter, ignoring her—on purpose. She knew the drill. He’d let her squirm, let the need build until she was practically whining for attention. “You’re staring, pet,” he said without looking up. Mira bit her lip, eyes flickering between his face and the bulge in his jeans. “Please,” she murmured. Jake smirked, finally turning to her. He grabbed the leash, yanking her forward until her cheek pressed against his thigh. “Beg better.” She didn’t hesitate. “Please, sir. Let me be your toy.” His fingers tangled in her hair, forcing her head back. “That’s more like it.” The first smack of his palm on her ass sent a jolt through her, her whole body tightening with anticipation. He wouldn’t be gentle—and she wouldn’t want him to be.

The sharp crack of Jake’s palm against Mira’s ass made her gasp, the sting radiating through her even through the thin shorts. Her back arched, thighs clenched tight as the heat settled deep. He yanked her head back by her hair, forcing her to meet his gaze—dark, expectant. “Open,” he commanded. Her lips parted just as his fingers shoved inside, leather-gloved knuckles pressing down on her tongue. He worked her jaw wider, testing her limits with a slow, deliberate push until her throat fluttered around his fingertips. Saliva pooled, dripping down her chin as he watched her struggle. “Fuck, look at you.” He pulled his fingers free with a slick pop, smearing her spit across her bottom lip. “Gagging like a good little boy.” The leash jerked hard, sending her stumbling forward onto her knees. His boot nudged her thighs apart. “Hands behind your back. Stay.” She obeyed, wrists pressed to the small of her back, chest heaving. Jake crouched in front of her, gripping her jaw again. His other hand slid between her legs, palming her through the soaked fabric of her shorts. A rough grind of his fingers made her whimper. “Still dressed and already this wet?” He chuckled, pinching her clit through the lace, sharp enough to make her jerk. “Disgusting boy.” His grip tightened, twisting the fabric until she whimpered. “Beg to stay in your clothes. Let’s hear how much you love being my pathetic little tease.”

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Jake’s fingers tangled in the thin fabric of her pink shorts, giving them a sharp tug. The lace ripped with a satisfying tear, exposing the curve of her ass—already flushed from his spanking. Mira shuddered as cool air hit damp skin, her shorts barely hanging onto her hips in tattered strips. “Look at this,” Jake growled, dragging a gloved finger down the exposed cleft of her ass. “Wrecking your clothes just to show off for me.” His grip shifted to the hem of her crop top, yanking hard. The fabric split, baring her tight stomach and the swell of her chest barely contained in a flimsy bralette. Mira’s breath hitched as his hands roamed, calloused fingers scraping over her ribs before tearing the bralette clean off. Her nipples stiffened under his gaze, the air electric with the sound of tearing fabric. “Still want to beg for clothes, boy?” He hooked two fingers into the remnants of her panties, peeling them away with a cruel snap of elastic. “Or do you finally remember your place?” She keened, thighs trembling as his thumb circled her clit again—bare skin on wet skin this time. “No, sir,” she gasped. “I don’t—*fuck*—don’t need them.” Jake smirked, kicking the shredded clothes aside. “Good. Now crawl.”

His boot pressed between her shoulder blades, forcing her forward onto all fours. The hardwood floor bit into her knees as she crawled, the leash taut in his grip, guiding her toward the couch. Every shift of her body made the torn remnants of her clothes graze her oversensitive skin, but she didn’t dare stop. Jake dropped into the cushions, spreading his thighs wide. The bulge in his jeans strained against the zipper, impossible to ignore. He yanked the leash, pulling her face flush to his crotch. "Open your mouth," he ordered, voice rough. "Show me how bad you want it." Mira's lips parted, tongue flicking out to trace the damp spot where his cock pressed against the denim. The taste of salt and leather filled her mouth as she worked the zipper down with her teeth, heat flooding her cheeks. "Eager little thing," Jake muttered, fingers knotting in her hair. "But I didn't say you could use your hands." She whimpered as he shoved her back, making her balance on her knees, arms still locked behind her. The zipper was halfway down, his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers. "Finish the job with just that filthy mouth," he growled. "Or I'll leave you here, dripping, with nothing."

Mira’s breath came in ragged little gasps as she leaned forward again, her teeth catching the remaining zipper tab. With a slow, deliberate drag of her mouth, she worked it down, her tongue flicking against the hot length barely concealed beneath. The denim parted, and the thick outline of his cock strained against his boxers, damp with pre-cum. Jake’s grip on her hair tightened, directing her. “Good boy,” he rumbled, voice thick. “Now take it out.” She obeyed, nuzzling the waistband with her nose before sinking her teeth into the elastic and pulling. His cock sprang free, thick and flushed, the tip already glistening. Without hesitation, she licked a slow stripe up the underside, savoring the way his thighs tensed. “Fuck,” he hissed, grinding his hips up. “That’s it—suck.” She took him deep, gagging slightly at the stretch before pulling back to swirl her tongue around the head. His grip on her hair turned punishing, guiding her rhythm, fucking into her mouth with rough, shallow thrusts. The wet, obscene sounds filled the room as she hollowed her cheeks, her own arousal slick between her thighs. “Gonna come down that pretty throat,” he growled. “And you’re gonna swallow every drop.” She moaned around him, the vibration making his cock twitch. A few brutal thrusts later, he came with a low groan, hot and thick against her tongue. She worked him through it, swallowing every pulse until he finally pulled her off with a satisfied grunt. “On the couch,” he ordered, shoving her onto the leather. “Legs spread.” Mira scrambled into position, her ruined clothes still clinging to her skin in tatters. Jake’s hands hooked under her knees, yanking her to the edge before driving into her without preamble. She cried out, the stretch burning sweetly as he set a punishing pace. “Mine,” he snarled against her neck, biting down as his hips snapped forward. “All fucking mine.” The pleasure crested fast, her orgasm ripping through her as he fucked her through it, his own release following seconds later with a growl. He pulled out, leaving her a trembling, sweaty mess on the couch. Jake smirked, wiping his mouth before tossing a blanket at her. “Clean up. Then we’ll talk about what happens when you ruin your clothes again.” Mira shivered—half fear, half anticipation—as he stalked away.