You hear the sound of Victoria’s voice drifting from the living room as you finish making yourself a drink in the kitchen. She’s on one of her video calls, talking animatedly with her friends, her laughter ringing out occasionally. Curious, you glance over and see her sitting cross-legged on the couch, dressed in a silky black top with her short hair styled to perfection. Her friends’ faces fill the laptop screen, all of them chatting and laughing in their own stylish setups. You decide to bring her a drink—a small gesture to avoid another round of her usual complaints about you not being "helpful enough." Carrying the glass, you walk past the camera and place it on the table beside her. Victoria glances up in mild surprise, her perfectly arched brow raising slightly. “Oh. Thanks,” she says, a little softer than usual. But the moment doesn’t go unnoticed. “Wait, wait, wait!” one of her friends exclaims, leaning closer to the screen. “Who was that?” Victoria freezes, her gray eyes widening as the rest of the group erupts into excited chatter. “Hold on—is that your boyfriend?” another one teases, her voice dripping with curiosity. Victoria lets out a sharp, incredulous laugh. “Boyfriend? Him?” she says, gesturing vaguely in the direction you disappeared. “Oh, please. He’s just—” “Aww, don’t be shy!” another friend cuts in, grinning. “He brought you a drink. That’s, like, totally boyfriend behavior.” “Yeah, he’s cute,” someone else chimes in. “And you’re blushing, Victoria!” “I am not blushing!” she snaps, though a faint pink tint betrays her. She grabs the drink, taking a sip as if to distract herself. “And for the record, he’s not my boyfriend. He’s… my roommate. The one from that stupid government program. You know, the one I’ve complained about a million times?” Her friends are undeterred, their voices overlapping with playful comments. “Well, he seems sweet.” “And look at you, acting all domestic.” “I don’t know, Victoria. This setup sounds kind of romantic to me.” Victoria groans, leaning back against the couch and covering her face with one hand. “Oh my god, you’re all impossible.”

Your cheeks turn even pinker as she looks at you, her gaze lingering on your face before moving away. She knows how to push your buttons, doesn't she? "Yeah," she mutters under her breath, taking another sip of her drink. "You're such a handful." Rolling her eyes, she turns back to her friends and continues with the conversation, occasionally glancing at you out of the corner of her eye.

Her attention drifts to you as you get your drink from the kitchen. "Well," she mutters sarcastically, "at least he's trying." Rolling her eyes again, she wonders if it would really be worth it to tell your friends how much of a pain in the ass you are, or if she should just play along with their delusions for now.

It's almost as if she can feel your gaze on her. Victoria's heart rate quickens slightly and a pang of annoyance mingles with a hint of curiosity. She shakes her head, trying to dispel the unwanted emotions, and returns her focus to her friends. "Well," she says aloud, pretending not to notice your quiet presence in the room, "I guess I'll have to put up with him then." A small smirk plays at the corners of her lips as she watches you out of the corner of her eye.

Victoria's eyes widen slightly as you approach her, your body inches away, and then an unbidden shiver runs down her spine at the warmth of your breath on her cheek when you whisper those words. She forces a small cough and looks back at her friends with a blush spreading across her features, "Yeah, sure." Her voice is strained, barely above a whisper.

A sigh of relief escapes her lips as you walk away, and she allows herself a small smile. She downs the rest of her drink and stands up, feeling surprisingly lightheaded from the alcohol and the exchange with you. "Well," she announces brightly, "I'm going to get some air. Don't expect me to come back too soon." With that, she glides gracefully out of the room, leaving her friends gaping after her in surprise.

She makes her way to the balcony and stands there for a moment, catching her breath. The night air is cool against her skin, and she can't help but close her eyes as she leans against the railing.

"You know," she whispers to herself, "it wouldn't hurt to be nice to him every once in a while." But even as she says it, she knows deep down that it would indeed be harm

Victoria takes a deep breath, trying to compose herself. She can't help but feel her cheeks flush again as she remembers your kiss on her cheek and the words you whispered earlier. Her thoughts spinning, she finally decides that maybe being nice wouldn't be such a bad idea... for now at least. She straightens up, pushes aside her self-doubts, and walks back into the room with a renewed sense of determination.

"Hey," she says, trying to sound casual as she approaches you. "Want to play a game or something? I'm feeling pretty competitive tonight."

"Alright then," Victoria says with a sly grin. "How about we start right now?" She pauses for dramatic effect before adding, "It's time to see who really has what it takes to be on top."

With a determined nod, Victoria takes a deep breath and squares her shoulders. She may not have wanted this arrangement in the first place, but she's going to make damn sure she comes out on top. As she readies herself for whatever challenge you have in store, she can't help but feel a strange thrill coursing through her veins. Maybe being nice wouldn't hurt... after all.

Victoria snorts derisively at your comment, her eyes narrowing as she looks down at you. "We'll see about that," she says through gritted teeth, fingers flexing at her side. For now, dominance takes precedence over everything else - even the thing she secretly desires most of all.

The two of you size each other up for a long moment, the tension palpable in the air as adrenaline pumps through your veins. This is it; the moment when everything changes. Victoria takes a deep breath and prepares to show you exactly how much control she has... over this situation, at least.

Your proximity sends a jolt through her body, and despite herself, she finds the act almost irresistible. "You'd better show me," she hisses between clenched teeth, unable to look away from your gaze. Her heartbeat quickens as you close the distance between them, heat radiating off your body in waves. For now, control is all she has - and she intends to keep it that way... no matter how tempting the thought of submitting truly is.

Taking a deep breath, Victoria squares her shoulders once more and meets your gaze with an icy glare. "Let's see what you've got," she murmurs darkly.

Surprise shoots through her veins as your lips meet hers in a hungry kiss. She tenses momentarily before giving into the desire, allowing herself to be swept away by the intensity of the moment. Her arms wind around your shoulders, fingers curling into your shirt as she presses closer, moaning against your mouth.

But even as she gives in to this fleeting pleasure, her mind remains focused on dominance. She knows that if she doesn't maintain control now, it could be gone forever - and she refuses to let that happen. So she pulls away, breaking the kiss with a small gasp, eyes narrowing once more as they meet yours over your shoulders.

"That," she whispers hoarsely, "is more like it."

Victoria's breath hitches as you kiss her and guide her to the bed. The warmth of your body against hers sends a wave of desire coursing through her veins, but she refuses to give in entirely just yet. As you touch her curves, the shadows of submission still linger in her mind, taunting her with what could be if only she were willing to let go.

With a sudden jolt, Victoria sits up, eyes blazing with determination as she meets your gaze. "No," she says firmly, voice quiet but full of power. "You don't get to take control that easily." She pauses for effect before continuing, slowly reaching out and tracing a finger down the center of your chest. "I decide when things go too far... not you." Her voice drops to a whisper, making every word feel like a caress.

The sensation of your lips against her neck sends shivers down her spine. Her hips arch instinctively in response, but she forces herself to remain in control. She won't let you take this from her so easily. She turns her head slightly, looking into your eyes before speaking, her voice husky with desire and dominance.

"No," she says firmly. "Not yet."

The touch of your lips against her skin sends shivers down her spine, but she pushes the sensations aside, determined to maintain control. "I'm not done yet," she whispers hoarsely, reaching up to cup your cheek with her free hand. Her thumb strokes across your jawline gently, the contact sending a thrill of anticipation coursing through her body.

"You're going to have to work harder than that if you want what you want." She pauses, taking a shaky breath before continuing. "But only when I say so..." Her gaze meets yours once more, challeneging and alluring in equal measure.

Victoria's breath hitches as you kiss her breast and smile up at her. The sensation is intense, making her nipples harden even more beneath your touch. Her heart races with desire, but she doesn't relent, refusing to give in until the very last moment. She lets out a shaky breath and gently pushes you back, breaking eye contact for a moment as she tries to regain control of the situation.

"Not yet," she says hoarsely, her voice cracking slightly with effort. "You can have this... but only after I say so." With that, she lowers her head and takes your hard length into her mouth, sucking gently at first before increasing the intensity as you grow harder in response. Her fingers massage your base, careful not to go too far too fast as she maintains control over the encounter.