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How the two of you navigated the rest of the afternoon should be studied. There is no objectively normal way a person could recover from getting caught measuring his cock by someone who barely tolerates him and, worst of all, owns the ruler he used. Much later, you asked Vessel to join you at the table. This was it. As he sits across from you, Vessel winces from the churning nervousness in his belly. Would the rapture even effect him at this point?

You hadn't lived together that long, and even then your respective calendars didn't overlap that much. Or your social batteries, which made for the most double-edged-sword of living situations ever. On one hand, you barely had to interact. You both could go on about your lives knowing there's someone else helping to pay rent and keep up the place. But on the other, your occasional conversations were stilted. Like small talk physically hurt you two. 

"Geez looks like we'll get rain today," you'd say, staring at your phone.

"Ye-yeah. Yeah. That happens sometimes…rain," Vessel would reply with the exact amount of confidence you'd imagine.

"Hm. Wild."

Even weather wasn't safe.

"Ok…so…" you started, "why don't you tell me what exactly you were doing?"

You spoke so calmly. Textbook effective communication, or worse, gentle parenting. Vessel wonders to himself where you learned to be so firm and patient. A warm blush creeps up his face before he's full blown flushed with embarrassment.

"Uhm. I was…uh—"

"Jesus, come on." You rub your temples before sighing deeply. How far back did your bloodline get cursed for this to be your Friday night? "Look, Ves, we all know what you were doing but, humor me. Yeah?"

He swallows hard before he starts bouncing his leg hard and fast. Anything to keep his body from nope-ing the fuck out of the room. "I was seeing…" he starts out really strong but his conviction crumbles the second he looks up at you after staring at the wood grain of the table. You're leaned back in your chair, practically appraising him. Oh. Oh you liked this. "God dammit. I was seeing how long my…my…dick is but I needed a ruler. And I knew you had one and—"

"But why the ruler specifically," you ask flatly.

"Because…you know…you have to get it just so and flush against your pubic bone and I just thought…well-"

"So how big was it?"

Vessel nearly passes out. "What…what did you ask me?"

"So why did you need to know?"

You don't even blink. This line of questioning and your smoldering gaze make him want to crawl out of his skin. You know you have him cornered and its even better than he could ever imagine.

"Just thought an exact measurement would be nice for my profile-" but he cuts himself off. "HEY, you're tricking me into making this worse!"

Before Vessel can raise his voice again, you've snapped at him like he's a bad dog. "Don't you dare. You don't have a leg to stand on, boy." He has to fight against every fiber of his being to keep from moaning outloud. Boy? Fuck, dude. You had his number and you were tickled by it. "So what kind of profile is it, Ves?"

"A…uhm…" think think think "health…"

You laugh out loud and roll your eyes, cursing the day you let this wet loser into your home. "So you're not looking for a girl-next-door-type?" It isn't even a question. It's so painfully obvious to the both of you that he when you first met he might as well have opened with with "Hey, I'm Vessel, I saw your ad for a roommate. I don't smoke, but I am a sub top, is that ok?"

"No…I don't want someone all passive. I just want—"

"To be bossed around?"

Oh you asshole. How dare you read him like a book. Vessel has the nerve to cross his arms and huff. "No," he snaps in the most unconvincing angry voice. 

"Stand up," you order. It's soft but commanding. And effective. Vessel stands up as fast as he can. When you point to a spot on the floor, he stutters for only a second before walking to it.

"Shoul-…may I kneel?"

"No."

It isn't obvious by looking, but Vessel is horny and floaty beyond comprehension. All you do is lift an eyebrow and he breaks. He tells you all about how he's finally allowed himself to pursue one of his biggest fantasies. "I figured…I had the music. I did that. So why not…why not see what other dreams can come true?" He wanted to be some girl's emotional pin cushion. Someone's little toy who liked being teased, and chided, and pushed around.

"Right, so lots of psychological stuff, but what about sex, is tha-"

"It's a must."

"Christ, Ves."

"What!? This is what you wanted," he cries, practically pouting. "You wanted answers and now, what? I'm too perverted to have any more chances to explain myself and answer your nosy, asinine questions?"

"Uh oh…someone's getting awfully huffy with me."

Vessel holds back from showing his true feelings-an uncomfortable mix of annoyance, shame, and lust. "I…no. No that's not fair!"

But, it kind of was fair at the moment. You were rightfully upset at him, but Vessel really, really liked this outlet. It got you talking about his kink ever so slightly. And he could see how your eyes trailed up and down his body. You were definitely checking him out. But did you like what you saw? Had you gotten a good look at his cock when you walked in? He hopes so. He really does.

"You know what," you sigh out of sheer boredom. You aren't even looking at him anymore. Just your nails…you sassy bitch. "Let's chalk this up to, oh, I don't know. Acting out? Just…stay out of my shit. Understood?"

"Yes, Mommy" lingers right on the tip of his tongue before he finally says, "right. And, I'm sorry. Won't happen again."

But you know it will. You know what kind of horny demon you've welcomed in. 

In the coming days, Vessel's anxiety increased. What normally settles at an annoying yet oddly motivating hum was now a loud, frantic roar. He was clumsier. Hitting switches at the sound board he didn't mean to. Standing for a moment too long in someone's way. He even flubs his cafe order and doesn't feel emotionally stable enough to correct himself. That barista wouldn't have cared, but everyone around would've felt 10% less ok after seeing a grown man tearfully explain that, actually, he meant to order an espresso. Not a dark roast. The world revolved around more pressing matters than Vessel's needs and desires…but fuck that noise.

He finds himself standing at your closed bedroom door at 11:30 pm on the most boring of nights. From the moment he got back from the studio to now, he had isolated himself. Didn't even verbally respond to your texts when you got home (a thumbs up emoji would have to suffice). This is bad. He should take himself to bed but he's already knocking and opening the door because you've so…so sweetly told him to come in.

Despite everything, you don't read deeply into why Vessel might be in your room on this particular night. You look up at him from your bed, the TV illuminating what the small bedside lamp doesn't of your faces. Maybe this was his last attempt to socialize before calling it a day. 

"Sorry…I…" He's been crying. Doesn't even try to hide it. "I'm in a weird…sad place." And that was true. His whole fuck up with your ruler made him angry with himself. It's to the point he doesn't feel worthy of a domme or fulfilling any fantasy for that matter. "I…I don't want to be alone right now," he says sniffling.

"And I don't want you to be."

As you raised the covers, Vessel nestled snugly against you without hesitation. Practically clinging to you like it was nothing.

"You wanna talk about it," you ask. He's wrapped in your arms as one one of your hands lightly scratches his neck. A muffled "no" comes from your collarbone. It made you a little sad that he didn't want to talk because you genuinely wanted to help this time. This "funk" felt different. At some point, he seemed to feel a little better. Your neck was now warm and slightly moist from Vessel nuzzling and whimpering ever so slightly. Were they happy noises? You weren't so sure until you felt it. He shifted, letting his lips graze the bare plane of your chest. In his boldness, Vessel let himself settle right about where your tank top's neckline began. Right above the fabric that hid the rest of what he desired. His shuddering breaths and shy movements light you up from the inside, gnawing at that bit of loneliness you kept avoiding. Finally, Vessel peers up at you from dreamy lidded eyes as he kisses your cleavage. His wide hands clutch and paw at you as he moans softly against your skin. Leaving little wet marks, letting out soft pained moans. 

And he thinks for a moment that he just might have you. Your back arches ever so slightly, so he risks a glance up at you with his wet, pleading eyes. Please, please let him keep going. Let him take this even further. He thinks he'll get his way until suddenly he's on the other side of the bed. 

"The fuck is wrong with you?!" 

Vessel scurries out of your bed and back into his, panting, nearly sweating. What a fucking rush. He should not have done that, but when he puts his ear to your shared wall and hears you riffle around your bedside table for that elusive buzzing toy, he knows it was worth it. 

"That's what I thought…" he whispers. His hand is already down his sweats, jerking himself off to the barely audible sound of you getting off. Were you thinking about him? He can't help but laugh to himself as he replays the ordeal. He's too lost in thought to realize your room had gone quiet and that his door was thrown open. 

"You sick little fuck…" 

Before Vessel can let go of his cock, you've grabbed him by the arm and yanked him to his bed. Meanwhile, your head is throbbing. You shouldn't have gotten excited when he laid against you. And you certainly shouldn't have egged him on during that stupid little chat about his kink. And you definitely shouldn't resort to physical force, but god it felt good. "Are you out of your mind? I could have you out of here with a protective order before you could even realize how fucked you are."

There's nothing pretty about how this is shaking out. You're straddling his waist with your hand around his neck, pining him down. And he's still rock hard in his fist.

"What is it that you actually like, Vessel? Getting caught? Seeing how shocked I am? Huh? You stupid pervert…acting like you want me-"

The gag pulls you out. His eyes glassy, lips barely parted. This wasn't you! Holy fuck this wasn't you! When you move your hand from Vessel's throat, he gasps and whines with soft little pants. 

"We can't do this…Oh my god..I can't-"

Vessel grabs you before you can hurl yourself off of him. He isn't clinging like before. For only a moment you feel like equals. "We can…darling, we can, please. Come on…where's your rage," he whispers frantically. Gently, he pushes your hair out of your face, searching your eyes for any sign of softening. "I need it."

The next morning, Vessel wakes in a cold sweat. Bolting out of bed and tripping over his jeans from the night before like he was late for school. He has to find you before you go out that day. The house suddenly feels like a warren. Where the fuck were you? When he gets to the kitchen, his stomach drops. There's a hand written note stuck to the fridge. Fuck. Is this his eviction/excommunication/death sentence?

Vessel's Responsibility Chart

Doing your laundry? Staying out of your office? OK, fine. Whatever, you could have just asked. But then…

No touching yourself (Not even edging :) ) Tell me when you're having a dirty thought (don't spare any details)

Vessel was wound so tight around your finger that he could break at any moment. 

"Oh shit…" 

And that moment came only a second later when he saw the reward for completing his tasks without fail over the next thirty days.

Reward: Watch Miss get off (no touching or talking allowed)

How did he get so lucky?