The Night My Flatmate Subdued Me

I was twenty-five when I moved to that inland village, one of those places where summer empties everything out and winter freezes it solid. I worked from home proofreading texts for a publishing house, so it didn’t matter to me that I lived far from anywhere as long as the rent was cheap. And it was. The house had an extra room, and I needed someone to help me pay for it. That’s why I put up the ad. That’s how Nadia came into my life.

I’m not going to name the village. Not for my sake, but for hers. Some things are better left where they happened.

Nadia was twenty-seven and worked as a waitress in the only bar that stayed open all year. She was short, with brown hair always tied back however it landed, brown eyes, and a laugh that reached the room before she did. She wasn’t what people would call catalogue pretty. She had real skin, with its marks, and a small body that made no pretence of anything. But there was something about her, a quiet confidence, that made it hard to stop looking at her.

The first few months were exactly what I’d expected from a shared flat. We watched series at night, split the fridge between us, she brought me gossip from the bar and I read her out loud the absurdities I was correcting in manuscripts. Nothing more. A comfortable arrangement, no tension, no hidden motives. Or so I thought.

Everything changed when August arrived.

***

The village emptied out overnight. Everyone headed for the coast, the bar closed for the holidays, and Nadia found herself with a whole month ahead of her, nothing to do and no one to see. I kept up my proofreading routine, but she slipped into a kind of lethargy. She stopped going out. She stopped making herself presentable. She spent her days in pyjamas, barefoot, sprawled on the sofa with the fan aimed at her face.

And she stopped showering as regularly as before.

At first it was subtle. A couple of days without stepping into the bathroom, hair greasier than usual, a faint smell when she came close to the table. She didn’t seem sad, so I said nothing. I didn’t want to offend her or poke my nose where it wasn’t wanted. I thought it was the heat, the boredom, that sense of abandonment summer brings when you have no obligations.

What I didn’t expect was my own reaction.

I had never been into fetishes. I’d never really stopped to think about things like that. But that smell of hers — a thick mix of sweat, unwashed skin, pussy left to breathe under pyjamas, of something warm and animal coming off her body — started getting inside my head in a way I couldn’t control. It wasn’t unpleasant. Quite the opposite. Every time she came near me, my cock went hard against the zipper, a surge running straight down, uninvited.

What the fuck is happening to me?

I asked myself that all the time. It embarrassed me. And yet I still waited for the moment when she’d sit beside me on the sofa, when she’d lean in to grab the remote, when she’d lift her arms to tie her hair up and I’d catch that blast of un-deodorised armpit that made me press my thighs together. Every gesture of hers had become a small, delicious torture.

The problem was that I was terrible at hiding it. And she noticed.

***

She started to realise it, I’m sure. The way I shifted position, the way I crossed my legs to hide the bulge, the flush that rose in my face when she came too close. Nadia said nothing, but she’d learned to look down into my lap with a half-smile that said everything. A smile that was anything but innocent. The smile of someone who’d discovered something and was deciding what to do with it.

For several days we played that silent war. She sat closer than necessary. I pretended to focus on the screen. She stretched lazily, letting her T-shirt ride up and showing the base of her breasts without a bra, knowing perfectly well what she was doing to me. I ground my teeth. It was like walking a tightrope, waiting to see who would make the first wrong move.

I did, of course.

One night, after dinner, we sat on the sofa watching a series neither of us was really following. The house was dim, lit only by the bluish glow of the television. It was hot. Nadia had her legs folded under her body and was leaning against my shoulder, like so many other times. But that night I was at the end of my rope.

Her smell filled everything. It wrapped around me. And without thinking, almost without realising what I was doing, I brought my nose to her hair and inhaled. Once. Slowly. Twice. Deeper. Three times.

She went very still. Then she turned her head slowly until her eyes were just a hand’s span from mine.

—Do you like it? —she asked softly.

—Uh… what? What do you mean? —I stammered like an idiot, trapped, not knowing where to look.

Nadia dropped her gaze to my crotch without the slightest hurry. My cock was outlined in my shorts like a mast and there was no way to hide it anymore.

—Wow —she said, and her half-smile widened—. Looks like you do like it. A lot.

I went red to the ears. I wanted to say something, defend myself, make up an excuse, but nothing came out. I was left speechless, exposed, completely at her mercy. And the worst part was that the feeling of being caught, of having nowhere to run, made my cock even harder.

***

Nadia sat up slowly. Something had changed in her. The summer laziness had vanished all at once and in its place there was something else: a determination, a control I didn’t know she had. She was no longer the boring flatmate in pyjamas. She was someone who had just discovered she had power over me and intended to use it.

—Look at me —she said.

I obeyed without thinking. And that was the first time I understood what was going to happen between us, what she had decided was going to happen. She didn’t ask. She didn’t suggest. She simply stated it with her eyes.

—You’ve been like this for days —she continued—. Sniffing me like a dog. Getting hard every time I get close. Did you think I didn’t notice your cock standing up with my stink all over it?

—I’m sorry —I muttered—. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I’ve never…

—I didn’t ask you to apologise —she cut in—. I asked if you like how I smell.

I swallowed.

—Yes —I admitted—. I like it.

—Louder.

—I like it —I repeated, my voice trembling.

Nadia nodded, satisfied, as if confirming something she already knew. She got up from the sofa and stood in front of me, looking down at me. I was still seated, hunched up, my heart racing and my cock throbbing inside my shorts.

—Then we’re going to do this one way —she said—. This works my way. I say what happens and when it happens. You obey. If at any point you don’t want to continue, you say so and we stop. Is that clear?

—Yes —I replied.

—Yes, what?

I hesitated for a moment. And then, with a ease that surprised even me, I said what she wanted to hear.

—Yes, whatever you say.

The smile she gave me then was different from all the ones before. Darker. Hungrier.

***

She came closer until she was between my knees and took my face in both hands. Her fingers smelled like her, like that scent that had been driving me crazy for days, and instinctively I turned my head to bury my nose in her wrist. Nadia let me do it for a few seconds, watching me, and then she slid two fingers under my nose, very slowly.

—Smells good, doesn’t it? —she whispered—. Go on. Suck them.

She put two fingers in my mouth without waiting for an answer. They tasted like skin, sweat, something salty and thick I couldn’t identify and that made me close my eyes and moan around her knuckles. She moved them in and out a couple of times, fucking my mouth with her fingers, watching me hard.

—Good boy —she murmured—. That’s how I like it.

She pulled her fingers out with a wet sound and wiped them on my cheek. Then she straddled me, unhurried, letting all her slight weight drop into my lap. I felt her heat through the thin fabric of the pyjamas, her hot pussy pressing right over my hard cock, and the smell intensified until it was almost solid. I closed my eyes.

—No —she ordered—. Look at me while you do it.

I opened my eyes at once. She was holding my gaze without blinking, absolute mistress of the situation. She rocked her hips once, just a brush, rubbing her crotch against mine, and I groaned before I could stop myself. I could feel the bulge of her lips through the fabric, the dampness starting to soak through my shorts.

—You’re so easy —she whispered, with something almost tender in her cruelty—. Look at you. You haven’t done anything and you’re already shaking. You’re going to cum in your shorts like a little boy.

She was right. I was right on the edge without her even touching my cock directly. She grabbed my hands when I tried to move them toward her waist and pushed them away.

—I didn’t say you could touch me.

She left my hands at my sides, still, while she kept moving slowly, controlling every second, reading in my face exactly how much I could take. She grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it up to her neck, baring her breasts. They were small, white, with brown nipples, hard and peaked. She took one in her hand and brought it to my mouth.

—Mama —she said—. No hands.

I lunged like a starving man. I sucked her nipple, nibbled it slowly, left it hard and shiny with spit before moving on to the other one. Nadia guided me with a hand in my hair, pressing my face against her tits, and I could feel how the sweat smell was stronger there, a smell of a neglected, hot woman that was driving me insane.

—Raise your arms —she ordered suddenly, yanking my hair to pull me away.

I lifted them without thinking. She leaned forward and pressed one armpit against my mouth and nose. I, who had always believed that in these things the man led the way, suddenly discovered that what I liked most in the world was having none of it. Her being in charge. Me only having to obey and wait. I inhaled with my whole soul, buried in that damp, unwashed skin, and stuck my tongue out to lick.

—That’s it —Nadia panted—. Lick it all. Good dog.

I ran my tongue from top to bottom, savouring the salt, while she kept rubbing herself against my cock. When she finished, she made me do the same to the other armpit. I was in another world. My cock was throbbing inside my shorts, about to burst, and she knew it.

—Please —I said, not even knowing what I was asking for.

—Please what?

—Please… let me cum.

Nadia laughed softly without stopping her movements.

—Ah, now you know what you want. Fine.

She got off my lap and yanked my shorts and underwear down in one pull. My cock sprang up, swollen, wet at the tip with pre-cum. Nadia stared at it for a second, head tilted, like someone assessing a purchase.

—Look at that. All mine.

She knelt between my legs, took my cock in one hand and squeezed it at the base. With the other she swept her hair up. And then she lowered her mouth and swallowed me whole at once, all the way down, until I felt the head bump against the back of her throat.

—Fuck —I groaned—. Fuck, Nadia…

She started sucking me slowly, almost pulling me out completely and then taking me back down, staring up at me with shining eyes. Her tongue coiled around the head every time she came up, she sucked the tip with an obscene sound and went back down. She slobbered all over my cock and balls, let the saliva run down her chin and used that wetness to jerk me off with her hand while she swallowed me.

—Nadia, I’m going to…

She pulled my cock out of her mouth with a pop and clamped her hand hard around the base, cutting me off at once.

—No. Not yet. You cum when I say so.

She gave me a moment to breathe. My cock pulsed in her hand like a heart. When she felt I’d calmed down a little, she stood up, pulled her pyjama bottoms and panties down in one motion, and stood naked from the waist down in front of me. Her pubic hair was dark, untrimmed, and her thighs shone with wetness. The smell of an undouched pussy hit me in the face.

—Smell —she ordered, climbing back onto my lap, this time skin to skin—. Go on. Smell properly what you’ve been sniffing at in secret for days.

She lifted herself slightly and brought her pussy to my face. I buried my nose in it without hesitation, soaking in her smell, and stuck out my tongue. She was dripping wet. I licked her from bottom to top, sucked her swollen lips, shoved my tongue inside her. She tasted strong, acidic, like a female in heat, and I couldn’t stop. She pressed herself against my mouth with both hands in my hair, moving her hips, fucking my face without the slightest delicacy.

—There… the clit… suck my clit, fuck…

I found the little bud with the tip of my tongue and started sucking it. Nadia groaned for the first time, a guttural moan, and pressed herself harder against me. I grabbed her ass with both hands —she didn’t forbid me anymore— and dug my fingers into her flesh while I ate her pussy without rest. I felt her trembling, tightening, biting her lip to keep from screaming too much. She came over my face, pushing me against her until I could barely breathe, and I drank everything she gave me.

When she was done, she collapsed on top of me, panting.

—Now —she whispered—. Now it’s your turn.

She lifted herself just enough, grabbed my cock with her hand, and sat down on it in one stroke. I felt her hot, tight pussy wrap around me all the way to the base, felt it clench around me, felt it squeeze. We both groaned at once.

—Stay still —she warned, one hand on my chest—. Don’t move. I’m fucking you.

And she started riding me. Slowly at first, rising and lowering with calm, making circles with her hips, forcing me to feel every inch. Then faster, bracing herself on my shoulders, her tits bouncing in front of my face. I watched her cunt swallow my cock and spit it back out gleaming, over and over, and I felt like I was going to die.

—Look at me —she panted—. Look at me fucking you.

I looked at her. I looked at her sweaty face, her open mouth, her half-closed eyes. I looked at her neck, her bouncing tits, her flat stomach tightening with every thrust. Nadia licked her fingers and took them to her clit, touching herself while she rode me.

—Please —I begged—, please let me cum, I can’t take it anymore…

—Tell me I’m your owner.

—You’re my owner.

—Again.

—You’re my owner, fuck, you’re my owner, do whatever you want with me…

—Good boy.

She sat down all the way and clenched, closing around me, and that was the end. My whole body went rigid and I exploded inside her, helpless, cumming in torrents while Nadia held my chin and forced me to look her in the eyes until the very last second. I felt every pulse of my cock emptying into her cunt, my load pouring out hot and thick, and she didn’t stop moving on top of me, milking me for the last drop.

—Good boy —she repeated softly, when she finally let me breathe—. Very good boy.

***

We stayed like that for a while, her on top of me, me wrecked, both of us silent while the series kept talking to itself on the television. I could feel my semen leaking out of her cunt and running down onto my balls, and I didn’t care at all. I was breathing hard and my head was spinning, but inside there was a strange calm, a surrender I’d never felt with anyone.

Nadia got up slowly, ran two fingers between her legs to collect the mixture of discharge and semen dripping from her, and put them back into my mouth without a word. I sucked. I swallowed everything. She kissed me on the forehead, a strangely tender gesture after everything else, and stepped away.

—I’m going to shower —she announced, stretching—. Tomorrow we’ll talk about the rules.

—The rules? —I asked, still dazed.

She stopped in the doorway to the living room and looked back over her shoulder, with that smile I was already starting to know far too well.

—Mine —she said—. Sleep well.

That night I barely slept. And in the morning, when I went downstairs to the kitchen and found her waiting with a coffee in her hand and that calm look of someone who has everything under control, I knew the longest August of my life had just begun. And that I didn’t want it to end.