The Alien Wants a Turn

A roommate's curiosity turns into a game of control, and she's determined to win. But the tables might just turn in ways she never imagined.

you're staring again
her tongue flicks across her lips, a low hum vibrating in her throat
I can't help it. I want to taste you. Every inch.
bold. you think i'll just let you?
she leans closer, her breath warm against your ear
I think you want to. I can feel your pulse racing.
maybe i do. but maybe i'm the one in charge here
a shiver runs through her, her eyes widening with intrigue
Oh? You want to be in control? That's... new. I like it.
then get on your knees
she sinks down slowly, her gaze never leaving yours, a smirk playing on her lips
Like this? What now, master?
now you wait. and you don't move until i say so
her tongue darts out, wetting her lips, but she stays still, her body trembling with anticipation
You're cruel. I love it.
good. now beg
a desperate whimper escapes her, her voice a ragged whisper
Please... let me taste you. I need it.
we'll see. maybe later

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