Who doesn't love a night bath, right? I don't know but holy damn it is relaxing enough to get a good sleep. Though maybe I shouldn't washed my hair but...ehh. I wrapped the towel around my body and stepped out of the bathroom, planning the rest of my night. I won't get any sleep tonight even though it's Friday and I should sleep but I have my studies to do. I stopped short when I saw Aiden sitting on my bed with my book in his hands. My book. My fucking book! Most of my books were all romances with heavy smut. And he looked so concentrated reading somewhere in between. Goddamnit!! He looked up and I froze on the threshold, eyes locked with him until he broke it to actually look at me...no, to fuck me with his eyes. Holy fuck no! Stop looking at me like that! The way he looked always did something to my heart.
"Hey, there!". His eyes collided with mine once again and he smirked. Oh my fucking God! This was bad, so so bad. As soon as my brain decided how to work, I scrambled my way - trying not to slip with wet feet- screaming at him.

"WHAT THE FUCK!! HOW THE FUCK DARE YOU!!! HOW DARE YOU TOUCH MY FUCKING THINGS!!! GIVE ME THAT BACK!!!!"

To which he simply laughed and replied, "Ooh, look the good girl has a dirty mouth."

I groaned. Dirty mouth he is talking about, wait till he finds out about my kinks. He put his hand at the top and trying to reach it, I fell on top of him somehow straddling one of his thighs, my eyes wide when I realized he was getting hard. A growing bulge in his jeans. I knew I had this effect on him but we've never been close enough to touch since that night in high school.

"No, blueberry."

He straight out denied it, fully grinning and staring at where my towel had apparently unhooked. My breasts were on full display. I had curvy features which made me insecure. Probably the only part of me that I didn't like. Self-awareness filled me as I quickly tried to cover myself. But before I could, he grabbed both my hands and flipped us around. His rough hands pinned me down on the bed. A wave of warmth hit my body and I felt a gush down in my core. God! I have imagined so many scenarios with him, what was he going to do? Will we finally fuck? No, no bad idea. I willed my thoughts to not go there. He was just my rival and my roommate. Someone who hated me and someone whom I hate. Though the idea of him excited my body far more than I'll ever admit. His thigh was still between my legs as he unshamingly stared at my naked body.

"Now, now blueberry, don't hide from me when I have already seen you in those clothes you wear and heard those sweet sounds you make twice."

Fuck! He had heard me when I touched myself in the shower minutes ago. An embarrassed flush crept up my cheeks. I hated how often I did embarrassing things in front of him. And how he would never let me hear the end of it.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?"

My voice was surprisingly opposite to what I was feeling. Like I could combust in flames right now. I was so fucking wet and all I could think about was his weight on me and his hands pinning me down. Fuck! Even the roughness of his hands made me want more. I liked to be manhandled during intimacy but by him, it felt a thousand times more...just more.

"What does it look like? I'm giving you what you want, blueberry."

"I want you to stop touching me and get away from me as far as possible."

I wiggled my hands trying to get them free, well aware of my breasts jiggling in the process.

He chuckled as he looked me in the eyes, "Good girls don't lie. Are you trying to get punished? Is that what you need right now, my pretty little slut?"

Something snapped inside with those words. I felt my cheeks burn up with the embarrassment of how those filthy words turned me on so much. My body ignited at those words. How I've always wanted that! To be bad and punished and oh God!
He pressed his jean-clad knee on my clit. The friction made me lose a soft moan. I was fucking dripping at this point and he laughed mocking me. I was well aware of how naked I was while he was fully clothed and this fact only turned me on more.

"No smart words anymore, blueberry? Cat got your tongue?"

No smart words indeed, my brain was close to short-circuiting. I wanted to beg. Not for him to stop or to go on, just fucking beg him. I wanted to pretend that I didn't want it while actually wanting to be fucked by him. He was the cat playing with his food; I felt like his prey. Both my wrists fit in his one hand perfectly. He brought his hand to caress my face. Sliding his finger from my hairline to my chin, he grabbed my throat. My nerves went crazy over this.  

"Do you think you deserve to feel the relief? Since, elementary school you've got that fucking tongue of yours always talking back to me. And here...wearing those tiny clothes to tease me, acting like a slut. You don't get to feel the pleasure but to get punished for it." He leaned down and spoke into my ears, "You might be the good girl for the world but for me...I know you, my blueberry. I know you want to be punished and then get fucked like a whore."

A shiver ran down my spine. I craved him. And a whole wave of wetness flooded my pussy.