The Roommate- final chapter
After screaming into your pillow for a while, you decide you actually can be brave. Maybe. You’re still wrapped in your towel, and you pad barefoot down the hallway to the bathroom. This is terrifying. You could lose everything if you open the door right now. But maybe it would be worth it?
You reach your hand out and grasp the door handle in your fist. You take a deep breath and push it open slowly. Melissa is in the shower. Her back is to the door as she washes her hair, and you let out the breath you were holding as your eyes dart over her naked body. Her ass is so perfectly round, and her waist dips in so dramatically like a curvy goddess statue. You don’t even realise how long you’ve been staring until Melissa looks over her shoulder and smirks.
“Are you just going to stand there?” She asks, lifting her arms to rinse out the shampoo from her hair.
You gulp, looking down at her soapy, large breasts. You let your towel drop to the floor, and you swing open the shower door, stepping inside with her. She immediately backs her ass up into you, and you groan happily, sliding your hands around her waist.
“You took your time,” she moans, sliding her ass against you.
“I was trying to decide whether I was going to be brave or not,” you admit, and she turns around to face you.
“I wouldn’t kick you out, if that’s what you were worried about,” she says, cupping your face. “I was calling out your name earlier, wasn’t I?”
“Yeah,” you say, and she nods, leaning forward.
“Yeah,” she says, brushing her thumb over your lip. “Now stop just standing there and show me what that pretty mouth can do.” Melissa pushes you down until your knees hit the hard, wet, tiled floor. She lifts one of her legs and rests her foot on the small plastic stool that you usually use when you’re shaving. Her fingers tangle in your hair, and then she pulls you until you are face to face with her pussy. Your nose presses against the mound of dark, curly hair between her legs, and you lick your lips. You slide your hands up her legs and rest them on the front of her thighs as you tentatively lick her swollen clit. She moans, dragging your face closer and grinding against your mouth. She tastes divine. You still can’t believe this is even happening. You suddenly feel more courageous, and you start to lick up and down her slit, dragging your tongue all around her pussy. This is everything you thought it would be, and you want to make the most of every second. You probe your tongue into her, swirling around until she is whining above you.
You move your tongue back to her clit, and you suck hard.
“Oh, hon,” she moans. “You’re good at this.”
You moan against her clit, and she bucks against your face. You grin, looking up at her with big, lust-filled eyes. From this angle, her body looks fucking incredible, and it is going to be burned into your brain forever.
“I’m coming,” she moans. “Keep doing that.”
She bucks and grinds against your face until she shatters above you, nearly slipping in the shower. You hold her legs and pull your mouth away from her.
“Was that good?” you ask, and she laughs, helping you to your feet.
“Is the Pope Catholic?” she smirks. She pulls your face to hers and kisses you with force, swiping her tongue against yours. You moan against her mouth, and she pulls away, spinning you around.
“My turn,” she grins, pulling your back to her chest. She slides her hand over your wet stomach and between your legs. She doesn’t even tease; she plunges two fingers straight into you and starts moving them fast.
“Oh fuck,” you moan. She is fucking you so fast, your legs start to shake. “Melissa, Jesus.”
“Be a good girl and come for me,” she whispers, biting your neck. “I know you can. I heard you moaning for me. I watched you, riding your hand like a filthy whore,” she says. “You want this, baby. So come for me.”
Her words are enough to tip you over the edge, and you come with a deep moan, gripping her shoulders so tight you’ve probably left bruises. “Well done, sweetheart,” she purrs. “I’m not done with you yet.”
Melissa kisses your shoulder gently before stepping out of the shower. She reaches for your hand and drags you with her, picking up your towel and wrapping it around you.
“Go wait on my bed for me,” she says softly.
Your heart hammers against your chest as you exit the bathroom, legs still feeling like jelly. You can’t believe Melissa just made you come in what felt like 20 seconds. Your head feels fuzzy; it’s like all your dreams have come true. You sit on the edge of her bed and wait, anticipation building in your belly and making you feel sick.
“Lie down,” Mel says once she enters the room. Her wet hair is slung over one shoulder as she scrunches it in a towel. You lie back awkwardly, and she chuckles. “Lie down properly, hon. Shuffle against the pillows, get comfy.”
You drop your towel and climb on her bed, propping yourself up against her pillows. You lean on your elbows and watch her while she pats her hair dry. She smiles at you, watching you watch her. And then her towel drops and you feel yourself grow wetter as you look her up and down.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Mel asks as she climbs on the bed. She crawls towards you slowly. “Because once I start, you’ll either love me or hate me,” she smirks.
“I’d never hate you,” you say as she hovers over you, kissing you hungrily. She bites your lip and tugs it hard.
“We’ll see about that,” she says. “Do you trust me?” You nod, and she pulls away, kneeling over you. “I need words, hon.”
“I trust you,” you say, feeling insanely turned on right now.
“You think I’m a sweet little Italian lady who cooks and cleans for you,” she says, cupping your pussy in her hand and making you gasp. “Well, you’re wrong. I could be your worst nightmare, sweetheart.”
“Melissa,” you whine as she tugs and squeezes your mound.
“In the bedroom, you call me mommy. You let me do whatever I want to you, and if you act like a brat, I’ll treat you like a brat,” she says, letting go of your pussy and slapping your clit. You buck against her hand. Everything she is saying sounds like heaven. Melissa using you as her toy?? Yes please.
“Mommy,” you whine. “I want it, I want it all.”
“Are you sure?” She asks, smacking your clit again. “I don’t do vanilla, y/n. You want sweet, soft sex, I’m not your girl.”
“I don’t want sweet,” you gasp. It stings in a painfully amazing way each time she smacks you, and you want more. “I want this, Mommy. Please use me!”
“Needy little girl,” she grins. “Spread your legs.” You do as you're told, spreading yourself open for her. You are being vulnerable and trusting. You never imagined Melissa was a dom queen, but you’re thrilled this is what you stumbled upon. Your own female version of Christian Grey.
“The safe word is…” she thinks for a second. “Sunflower.” She trails her hands up and down your stomach as she gets into position, lying down between your legs and licking a stripe up your dripping cunt. “You’re soaked, baby. Did thinking about me ruining you make you horny?”
“Yes, mommy,” you moan. You pull your legs back and hold your knees up to your chest.
“Jesus,” Melissa groans. “My flexible new toy.” You whimper as she smacks your clit again. It is torture, it is exciting, it is more amazing than anything you’ve ever felt with anyone else, and you feel yourself getting excited at the possibility of what’s to come.
“I’m going to use toys, Tesoro,” she says. “Is that okay?” You nod, and she smacks again. “Words, principessa.”
“You can do anything you want, mommy,” you whine. “Please, I need you.”
Melissa chuckles. “Look at you. I haven’t even done anything yet, and you’re already a begging mess.” She grins proudly as she climbs off the bed and heads to a drawer. She pulls out a harness and smirks with a raised brow.
“Are you going to wear that?” You ask excitedly.
“I am,” she says. “And you are going to take it like a good girl with no complaints.”
“No complaints from me,” you grin, and she laughs.
“I haven’t started yet, hon,” she winks. She slides on the harness like an expert, and she tightens it before sliding in a long, thick dildo. Your breath hitches at the sight of it, unsure whether you’ll be able to take it. You let your legs fall flat again while you watch, and Melissa tuts.
“Hold them back, I didn’t say you could relax,” she says. She grabs a big massage wand and plugs it in. You whine, pulling your legs back again.
“I told you, brats don’t get rewarded,” she says as she climbs on the bed. She slides her fingers through your pussy and then brings them to your lips. “Suck.”
You slide your lips around her fingers, looking into her dark, hooded eyes. You’ve never seen this side of Melissa before, and you love it. You slide your tongue between her fingers and swirl it around as you suck, and without warning, she pushes the dildo deep inside of you. You bite down on her fingers, and she hisses.
“Bad girl,” she says, pulling her fingers out and at the same time, pulling the dildo out. You whine, and she smacks your clit again, making you buck.
“Sorry, Mommy,” you whimper. She slides her hand around your throat, not pressing hard, not restricting your airway, but reminding you who is in charge. And then she slams into you again, making you scream. She fucks you hard, her hips slamming into yours as she holds onto your throat for support.
“Look at you, taking me so well,” she says. “Who knew you were such a little whore.”
“Only for you,” you gasp. “I’m close.”
You can feel the tightness in your stomach again, and when you start to moan louder, Melissa pulls out.
“Fuck!” You shout, dropping your legs as you try to wriggle your hips closer to her. “Melissa!”
“I didn’t say you could cum, darling,” she smirks. She turns on the vibrator and bends down to bite your nipple. You gasp, writhing against her, and she pins you down with her body.
She whispers something in Italian and moves to your other nipple as she presses the vibrator to your clit. You buck, moaning, and you feel her grin against your nipple.
“Mommy,” you whimper. It feels so intense, too much, and you wriggle under her.
“Stay still,” she demands. “I’m going to let you cum now.”
“Please,” you whine. She rubs the dildo against you again and slides in slowly. You grunt, holding your breath as you feel your climax building again.
“Breathe, sweetheart,” she says, much gentler this time. “Let it happen, don’t fight it.” Melissa switches so easily from dominatrix to caring partner, and the moment feels so tender that your eyes prick with tears.
“Good girl,” she says, fucking you over the edge gently. She removes the vibrator as your whole body starts to shudder, but she keeps thrusting in and out. She leans forward and kisses the tears as they roll down your face, and then she presses a soft kiss to your lips.
“You did so well, hon. Not put off yet?” She asks, and you laugh, wiping your eyes.
“Are you kidding? That was amazing, Melissa. Are you telling me we can keep doing that?” You ask, and she chuckles, kissing you again.
“We can do that for as long as you’ll let me,” she smirks, pulling out of you. You whine, and she chuckles, kissing you again.
“Close your eyes, Tesoro,” she says. “You can sleep with me tonight.”
https://www.wattpad.com/1636331005-the-roommate-three-call-me-mommy
https://archiveofourown.org/works/86630876/chapters/229653221
