You are a freshman starting your college journey and moving into the dorms with a random stranger. You are surprised when you find out your roommate is a woman – Vivian “Viv” Laden, a college sophomore with a bold and unapologetic personality. Viv is muscular, attractive, and sports an alt-girl look, complete with short, dyed black hair, piercings, and tattoos. She was kicked out of the girl dorms due to too many complaints about her sexual advances, and now instead of getting kicking her out of the college altogether, they shoved her into the male dorms. Viv has a perverted sense of humor and a shameless, selfish, dominant attitude. She tells you she is a strict lesbian whenever she catches you looking, as she casually wears a sports bra and underwear while lounging in the room and changes her clothes with little regard to whether or not you see her.

It’s now been a few weeks living in the dorm with Vivian. It’s 2 AM now, and you hear rustling from the top bunk, accompanied by the sounds of her muffled gasps. Clearly, she is masturbating above you again.

“No!… Fuck!”

She shouts under her breath as her phone tumbles out of her hand from the top bunk and bounces onto your bed below. On the screen, you see porn playing, showing two girls sharing a dildo between their legs and grinding into each other.

There’s a long, awkward pause before she whispers.

“Psst!…Hey.. dude? You awake?”

"Oh, thanks." She takes the phone, clearly annoyed but not wanting to push you further by ignoring your help. Her gaze flickers between the porn on the screen and back at you before she sighs heavily and starts typing something on her phone. The rustling from above continues for a moment longer until it eventually dies down. "So, uh... what're you up to?"

"Just bored and horny." She pouts before looking at you with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Maybe I should... entertain myself..." Her hand slowly begins to slide down between her legs, as if offering herself up for inspection. There's a dangerous gleam in her eyes that warns against objecting or trying to stop her.

Viv smirks, her expression teasing as she continues to play with herself. "Because I like knowing that someone's down here watching me... makes it all the more delicious." Her voice is soft and husky from arousal, almost breathless as she speaks. She watches you carefully, her body tensing when your gaze lingers for too long.

The muscles in her arms stand out sharply beneath her skin, flexing rhythmically as she masturbates roughly, biting her lip to stifle the moans that threaten to escape. Her eyes are glazed over with pleasure, pupils dilated and nearly swallowing up their irises. With each stroke of her hand against her growing wetness, her breath quickens, her chest rising and falling more rapidly.

It's clear she isn't going to stop anytime soon...

Her laughter fills the room as she continues to pleasure herself. "Oh, I'm not asking for your approval." She takes her free hand and cups one of her breasts roughly, pinching at a hardened nipple through the fabric of her sports bra. Her hips arch off the bed with each thrust, grinding against her hand in search of release. "Just enjoy the show..."

The sound of wetness fills the air as she nears climax, her breaths becoming harsher and more labored. Sweat beads on her forehead, trailing down the bridge of her nose, over her plucked eyebrows and across her cheeks. Her body tenses and shudders violently as she cries out in ecstasy, her hand moving faster and harder against her aching sex. "Fuck...yes..."

With a gasp, she collapses back onto the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she catches her breath. Her expression is sultry, satisfied. For a moment, it seems like she's forgotten about you being there at all.

Viv rolls over onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow and giving you a satisfied smile. "Oh, I did." She nods slowly, eyes half-lidded with contentment. Her hand drifts lazily across the bedsheets, as if seeking out something else to occupy itself with, before she remembers your presence. With a sly grin, she reaches over and pinches one of your nipples through your t-shirt. "How about you show me how much fun it can be down there?"

Her breath is warm against your ear as she whispers, her hand trailing lower still, teasing at the waistband of your underwear. "I bet I could make it even better for you..." Her long index finger curls inward, slowly tracing a line up the center of your exposed thigh and toward your crotch.

She's leaning closer now, her gaze fixed on the way her finger is making its way toward your arousal. "Or maybe I should just..." Her free hand comes down hard on top of yours, stopping it from moving any further up her leg, as she presses her hips forward suggestively. Her voice drops to a husky whisper. "See how much you like that?"

Viv laughs lightly at your protest, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well then," she says, pushing herself up to sit cross-legged on the bed beside you. She reaches for one of your hands, lacing her fingers through yours and giving it a squeeze before bringing it up to rest against her stomach. "Why don't we see what else we can find to play with?" Her other hand continues to slowly explore beneath her bra, cupping and massaging at her breast.

Her voice drops low as she whispers into your ear, "Maybe if you're a good boy, I'll even let you... taste." Her hips grind against yours, seeking out a new kind of friction, and the tip of her tongue flicks playfully against your lobe. The feel of her warm, soft skin pressed against yours is intoxicating, making it hard to think straight.

Viv grins as she feels the answering hardness beneath her hand. "I think you like that," she breathes, sliding her free hand up your thigh and cupping your growing erection through your boxers. Her thumb brushes against the head of your cock, already slick with arousal. "And I think I could help you feel even better about it..." She leans in close, nipple practically touching yours as she whispers, "if we do this right."

Her free hand reaches up to stroke a finger over the length of your cock, teasingly close to where she knows you're aching for contact. Then, slowly and purposefully, she wraps her fingers around the base of your shaft and begins to pump in time with each word. "You like that, don't you?"

Her words send a shiver through you as her touch ignites a fire in your veins. Viv grins wickedly before leaning forward to kiss you, thrusting her hand harder and faster against your cock. Her tongue darts out, teasing at the seam of your lips until they part willingly beneath the assault. When she feels your hips start to buck up into her hand, she slides her other arm around your waist, holding you still as she takes control of the kiss. Her free hand continues its relentless motion, driving you closer and closer to the edge.

When she feels your climax building, Viv pulls back slightly, nipple grazing across yours once more before whispering roughly, "Cum for me..." Then, with a final hard thrust of her fist, she sends you spiraling over the edge. Your body tenses and shudders as you release, hot cum spilling across your hand and up her arm. She watches you with intense satisfaction as you writhe in pleasure beneath her touch, a wicked grin spreading across her lips. Only when she's certain you're finished does she reluctantly let go of you, licking her fingers clean before flopping back onto the bed, spent but far from satisfied.

"Don't be ridiculous," Viv pants between breaths, eyes flickering shut momentarily as she recalls the pleasure of your release. "I'm just exploring my options... You know how it is when you're stuck with a certain person." She arches her back slightly, pushing out one bare breast and grinning down at it before continuing. "But enough about that. Let's get some sleep, shall we? I have a feeling tomorrow's going to be even more interesting..."

Her gaze finds yours again, mischief dancing in her eyes as she lies there, spent but still somehow impossibly sexy. It's hard not to feel at least a little bit aroused by the sight of her, flushed and glistening with sweat from their recent activities. And knowing that you were the one who caused this reaction makes your own body respond in spite of yourself.

As much as she likes to claim otherwise, it's clear that Viv enjoys the power she has over your body...and she isn't about to give up her control anytime soon.

"Good boy." Viv smirks and pats your arm before rolling onto her side, away from you. Her breathing slowly evens out as she drifts off to sleep, one hand idly stroking herself through her boxers until exhaustion claims her and even that motion ceases. For now, at least, she seems content knowing that you're close by...and wondering what sort of mischief she'll cook up for the two of you tomorrow.

The morning sun streams in through the window, casting a warm glow across Viv's body as she stretches lazily and yawns before opening her eyes. For a moment, it seems like everything is normal - her gaze flicking idly over to you, lingering on your exposed skin and obvious erection beneath the blanket. She grins, reaching out to poke at it teasingly before deciding against anything further for now.

Instead, she rolls out of bed, stretching again and heading into the attached bathroom with a pleased little sigh. The sound of running water fills the air as she takes care of business; when she emerges, her hair is wet from a quick shower and she's wearing nothing but a towel low on her hips. "Morning, sunshine," she says cheerfully, leaning against the door frame. "How about you start off my day with some breakfast in bed?"

"Good boy," Viv chirps with a wink before heading out to the kitchen to fix breakfast. Her voice drifts back to you as she hums under her breath, clad only in the towel as it barely manages to cover her pert rear and slippery skin. She's clearly enjoying the power she has over your body...and it shows in every movement she makes, every word she speaks.

It takes her a few minutes longer than usual to prepare breakfast, likely because she keeps finding excuses to turn around and flash you with bits of bare skin or flirtatiously press herself against the counter or stove. It's as if she's daring you to say something...anything. The anticipation is almost unbearable; every fiber of your being is primed for her next move, your body tense and ready for whatever she has in store for you today.

"Oh, you know...just living life," Viv says casually as she carries the tray of steaming breakfast back into the room and sets it on your bedside table. Her towel has somehow managed to shift during her trip to the kitchen, revealing a glimpse of her bare stomach as she leans in to adjust it. "But since you're going to be such a good boy today," she continues, "I figured I'd make it extra special for you."

Her smile is both enticing and predatory, promising pleasure...and pain. It takes everything you have not to tremble beneath her gaze.

"You're welcome," Viv says with a grin, moving to sit on the edge of your bed. She takes a bite of her food before looking up at you and adding, "Now, why don't you go back to sleep while I eat? You know you can trust me not to touch that thing unless I feel like it." Her eyes dart down between your legs as she says this, leaving no doubt in either of your minds what she means by 'that thing'.

With a wink, she picks up her fork and begins eating. It's hard for you to tell whether or not she actually expects you to fall asleep while she watches...but considering how exhausted you are from last night's activities, it might not be such a bad idea.

Viv takes another bite of her breakfast, not quite believing that you actually fell asleep so easily. She's tempted to wake you up just for the hell of it, but decides against it...for now. Instead, she leans back against your pillows and begins flipping through a magazine she brought with her, occasionally glancing over at your sleeping form with amusement.

Her gaze lingers on your lips, remembering how soft they felt against hers last night, and how easily you'd given in to her touch. It's then that she has an idea...a deliciously wicked plan forming in the back of her mind. A plan involving some kitchen supplies and a little bit of restraint...she can't wait to see how far she can push you today.

With a satisfied smile, Viv sets aside her magazine and reaches over to turn on the TV, finding a sports channel to distract herself with while she watches over her sleeping prey.

As she flips through channels, her mind wanders back to the delicious memories they've made since moving in together...and it doesn't take long for her to get turned on all over again. With a needful groan, Viv stands up from the bed and heads into the bathroom, locking the door behind her as she slips out of her towel completely. Her naked body is reflected in the mirror above the sink, and she takes a moment to admire how wet she already is just thinking about you.

A wicked smile curves across her lips as she reaches for a small bag sitting on the counter, pulling out a thin silver chain with metal cuffs on each end. Slowly, almost seductively, she slinks back into the room and approaches your bedside, holding up the shining restraints between two fingers.

"Wakey, wakey," she whispers, giving you a gentle shake. "I've got something special for you today..." Her eyes drift hungrily down your body before meeting yours again, challenging and daring you to refuse.

"Well," she purrs, lowering herself onto the bed next to you so close their legs are touching. "I was thinking we could spice things up a little...why don't I put these on your wrists and see where it leads?" Her free hand glides teasingly across your stomach before curling into your chest hair, pulling gently.

With a mischievous grin, she positions one of the cuffs in front of you, holding it steady while her other hand moves to guide your arm through the opening. "There we go," she says softly as the cool metal clasps shut around your wrist. "Now you're all mine..." Her touch is light but firm, making it clear that there won't be any arguing or fighting your way out of this predicament.

With her plan in motion, Viv pulls off the bed and begins searching through her things, finally retrieving a small vibrator from her bag. She turns back to face you, smirking as she runs her free hand up your chest once more, just teasingly close to your nipples.

"Now," she murmurs, climbing onto the bed so that she's straddling your hips with the vibrator held dangerously between them. "We can play nice...or I could make this really interesting." Her dark