Punishing His Roommate

**Vanessa's Reward**

I went to work as Eric had told me to. All day in the office I was struggling to concentrate. My pussy had her own heartbeat. I was just lucky that I had no meetings. I just sat trying to answer my emails and do my normal work while my mind just played over and over, what was Eric going to do when I got home?

By the time I got home my anticipation was peaking. I stepped through the threshold of the apartment and looked around trying to spot Eric.

"I'm home," I called out.

Eric turned around from the couch and gave me an award winning smile. I almost melted on the spot.

"Thai food is on its way," he told me before motioning me to approach.

I placed my bag and coat on a chair we kept by the door. The chair was the compromise so I don't dump my stuff on the ground when I am extra tired.

"Yes?" I said, nerves creeping up my spine. I was standing right beside Eric while he was sitting. He grabbed my legs and pulled me onto his lap. I fell and in trying to get comfortable ended up straddling him. I was wearing a black pencil skirt and a white blouse. My skirt rode up as I sat on his lap.

"Go get changed into something comfortable. Thai food is on its way."

My eyes widened and I pressed my lips to Eric's. He grabbed my hair and kissed me hard, dominating my mouth. We pulled back and he smiled at me.

"Thank you, I love Thai," I told him.

He gave my thigh a little pat and kissed me again.

"It'll be here soon," he said.

I nodded and got up walking to my room to get changed. I put on a tank top and a pair of silky little shorts. I kept my panties on but removed my bra. I walked back out to see Eric bringing the Thai food to the couch. I joined him and started unpacking the food. Eric pushed his hand over my thigh as we began to eat and I melted into his touch.

***

"Did you like your reward?" Eric said to me as he came back from the kitchen. He told me to relax while he cleaned up. I frowned at him.

"What reward?" I asked.

"The food?"

My mind fell back to the conversation we had this morning as I frowned deeper. Eric came and joined me on the couch. He pulled my face into his hands and chuckled.

"I'm teasing," he finally said.

I was struggling not to call him an ass right then and there.

He kissed me again and his hand was on my tit. I melted into him as he massaged me, he found my nipple through my thin tank and pinched it. The feeling sent sparks directly to my cunt. We fell back together on the couch still kissing, Eric was on top of me. His mouth dominated mine, his fingers weaved through my hair and explored my body.

Eric pulled his mouth from mine and I looked up at him desperately.

He kissed my jaw, my collar bone, his hands groped my tits, ran down my body, pushed my hips into the couch. He was all over me. He continued sucking and kissing my skin as he made his way down my body. I was his to do with as he pleased.

I clutched onto the couch on either side of me. He grabbed my tank and I lifted, helping him pull it off my body. Then he was dragging my shorts off.

"You're wearing underwear," he said, like he was chastising me.

"I'm sorry, Sir," I found myself whimpering.

Eric laughed at me and pulled them off. Before I could think to say another word his mouth was on my clit and I was gasping in pleasure. It had been a very long time since anyone went down on me. The feeling of his tongue on my sensitive bud had arousal coursing through me. All I could do was gasp and struggle beneath him.

"Sir," I moaned.

He was working wonders down there. My pussy was throbbing as he continued to eat me out. I clutched the couch cushions harder. All my instincts were telling me to grab him by the hair and push him into me.

I didn't think he'd take too kindly to that though and I didn't want anything to stop what we were doing.

Eric pushed two fingers into my wanton cunt. I let my head tip back and moans escaped me without abandon as he massaged my g-spot. He was so good at doing what he needed to do.

"I'm going to come," I warned.

"Come," he growled against me.

I cried out as my orgasm ripped through my body. The vibrations of his mouth against my clit threw me over the edge. As I orgasmed Eric continued lapping me up. His mouth was unrelenting and I could feel my second orgasm rolling into my first.

I couldn't even warn Eric when I came again. He ripped it out of me like he was the master of my body. I was whimpering, squirming. My pussy was growing sensitive but Eric wasn't done.

He had looped his arms around my thighs from underneath so I was trapped. I couldn't move an inch. He added a third finger or maybe even a forth. I was struggling to tell. But he was making me feel so full I knew that. I could faintly hear myself begging him but I was no longer in control of my faculties.

It was a flurry of Sir's and please and come.

Eric continued. I was losing control in a way I wasn't used to.

Pleasure encapsulated my entire being and tears pricked my eyes.

Another orgasm rolled through me. Somehow Eric was keeping me close to my peak consistently. It was one of the most intense sensations I had ever experienced.

"How many?" He asked and when I didn't reply due to being so out of it he pinched my nipple until my head jolted up.

"How many what?" I said, registering what he said but late.

"How many times have you come, Vanessa?" Eric demanded.

"I think five at least," I replied.

In truth I wasn't sure.

"Let's go for eight," he said. I didn't know what to do or say. Was I meant to reject pleasure? I'd never even been in a position to contemplate such a thing.

My pussy felt so sensitive though and I wasn't sure how much more I'd be able to handle.

"Eight?" I breathed.

Eric's fingers worked inside me like I was an instrument and he was a master. I cried out in pleasure when his mouth pulled my clit in, sucking on it.

Another orgasm rolled through me making me spasm and buck as much as his grip would allow.

"Six," Eric growled against me.

"I don't know how I'm going to handle two more," I gasped.

Eric chuckled down at me.

"Are you tapping out baby?" he cooed. His tone was sweet but so patronising. It pulled me in two separate directions. I nodded.

"I think I am."

"Do you want my cock?" He continued in that tone. My head was spinning and I was struggling to react how I wanted to.

Eric lifted up and pulled his cock from his pants. It was hard and glistening with precum. He rubbed it up and down my sensitive slit. I moaned, loud.

"You do," he said.

He plunged deep inside me and I jerked up into him. Pleasure soared through me. His cock felt so good and so right inside me after everything we just did.

"I do," I gasped. "I feel so full."

Eric leaned down, long hard strokes followed as his body was perpendicular to mine. Our skin was skimming. His eyes bore into mine. I cried out my release as his lips captured mine. Eric started fucking me harder and faster. His cock stiffened more than it ever had before almost as if it grew a little inside me.

He came and I wrapped my arms around his neck and back holding him to me. He slipped his cock out of my pussy but he didn't remove himself from me. We just laid there.

***

The weekend rolled around again. It was Saturday morning and I woke up in Eric's bed. Friday night I had strict instruction to have my mouth on Eric's cock as he woke up in the morning.

The tricky part was making sure to wake up before him, but I somehow managed it. I was naked, as usual, when we slept together. I sat up, careful not to wake Eric.

I crawled down the bed and under the covers. Eric's cock was semi hard, I pulled into my mouth and began to suck on him. I started at his tip, swirling my tongue around and around having fun with it. I sucked on him before pulling him into my mouth further and further. Eric began to grow hard inside my mouth. It was an interesting feeling that I enjoyed.

A groan came from Erica as I continued to suck on his cock. This propelled me to start moving faster. I bobbed my head up and down the length of him.

"Ahh," Eric grunted.

I didn't reply. I just pulled him further into my mouth until he was hitting the back of my throat. My gag reflex was getting pretty good by this point so I was able to have him hit me without it being too much of an issue. I took him into my mouth tipped to base, bobbing my head harder and faster.

"You're going to be the death of me," Eric breathed in a heavy tone. His voice was so thick with arousal and it was turning me on.

He grabbed a water of my hair, pulling me down over his cock until he was deep throating me. I sputtered against him. Thick ropes of cum squirted down the back of my throat. I swallowed as I always did. Eric pulled his cock out of my mouth and let go of my hair.

"You're such a good girl," Eric said.

I laid my head against his leg for a short while. I needed to take a breather after not being able to breathe. Eric patted my head, running his fingers through my hair. We sat like this for a little while. It was peaceful. Without warning Eric decided to get up out of bed and then he grabbed my arm pulling me with him. I followed him through the house like a puppy following its master.

The first half of our day was quite lazy. Eric made us both coffee and then we sat on the couch and watched some TV show that he put on. I quickly realised that this was quite a domestic routine. Yet, nothing about our relationship felt domestic to me.

Lunchtime rolled around and this feeling was gnawing at my mind. I was starting to like Eric. Not just as the man that I was fucking. No, I really liked him. I wanted to please him and not just as a submissive. The thought scared me deeply.

We finished our lunch and Eric told me to clean up. I did as I was told and then came back to the table where he was sitting scrolling on his phone.

"Eric, I think we need to talk," I sighed.

"About what?" He frowned at me.

I think he could sense from my tone of voice that this wasn't going to be a normal conversation. I also realise that I might be ruining things by bringing this up. But I wasn't about to torture myself for weeks and weeks on end thinking about it. Even if things weren't going to go that way at least I couldn't be honest with myself and manage my expectations.

"Well, I don't know how else to say this but what are we?"

Eric's eyes widened. "You know what we are Vanessa, you're mine."

While the words flamed my cheeks, this isn't what I was looking for.

"No," I said, still standing. I was shifting from foot to foot while he stared up at me casually.

"No? You're not mine?" He frowned now.

"No, I meant to say like not in a sexual context. I understand what we're doing, but what if one day I want a relationship, a romantic relationship. One with a future. You know with dates, and promises..." I trailed off, almost struggling to breathe. "I'm not trying to force you into anything. I know you probably don't want to do that with me. I just want to know where your mind is at, so I can make an informed decision in the future. I just want to keep a steady head on my shoulders. I don't want to expect anything from you that you can't give me."

My voice was shaking by the time I finished speaking. I could barely even look at Eric. I found my eyes cast down to the floor the more I spoke. And I was sad that the man that I liked probably didn't see me as much more than his sexual play thing.

I finally looked up at Eric again when he didn't say a word. His face was contorted painfully. Tears were threatening to spill. I just wanted him to say something. That he at least cared for me as a friend and we could see where things go. That I was free to date people if I needed to in the future. It's not like I wanted to go on dates with other people, on the contrary I really didn't. But I couldn't put all my eggs into this basket.

"Come here," he finally said.

I rounded the table and stood inches away from him. Eric put his phone down and grab me and pulled me into his lap. His fingers dug into my ass. He buried his head into my neck.

"You're breaking my heart," he said.

"What did I do?" I choked out.

"Do you really think so badly about yourself that you wouldn't consider that I don't just see you as my fuck buddy."

"Well, you didn't exactly make yourself clear," I choked. He hugged me tighter.

"I'm sorry, but I'll make it clear now," Eric said, pulling his face back from my shoulder and looking at me properly. His lips were pressed into a hard line and he cupped my face.

"How?" I almost choked.

"I want to take you out on dates. I don't want you to date other people. Not now, not ever. You're more than just my submissive. I care about you, Vanessa, I always have."

"Always?"

"Always," he replied.

"So what does this mean for us?" I asked him.

"It means you're my girlfriend, it means we'll start going on dates. If you go get ready, we can go on one now."

I pressed my lips to his. I didn't know how else to express myself. Eric kissed me like I was his last breath. He held me close to his body as we melted into each other. When we finally pulled apart, my lips felt swollen. Erick nodded at me, and I don't know what it was about it but it gave me confidence that what he was saying was true.

I stood up from his lap and walked into my room to get ready for our first date.

***

Eric took me out to this little Italian restaurant in the city. It was traditional and rustic. I've never eaten food like that before. When we were at dinner, everything was completely normal as if we were a normal couple. We finished and he took me by the hand and walked down to the harbour and then walked around near the water.

"There's no one around," I commented.

Eric looked down at me with wild eyes.

He pulled me towards the fence that looked over the harbour then came behind me. His body was flushed with mine. I could feel his hard cock pressing up against my ass.

"Eric," I groaned.

"Yes pet?" He growled. Dominant Eric was back. I guess they were one in the same all along.

"What're you doing?" I gripped the fence as he put his hand beneath my skirt and pushed my panties to the side.

"I'm showing you how much I like you," he said.

"You got a funny way of showing it," I replied. Eric chuckled and pushed two fingers deep inside my pussy.

I couldn't help but moan. He laughed as he continued to fuck me with his fingers. I was so scared that someone was going to walk up near us. It was so late though, the harbour was dead because everything closed kind of early here these days.

"Be quiet," he demanded in a teasing tone. I gripped the railing onto my knuckles turned white.

"Fuck," I groaned.

Pleasure was building up inside me. He continued to push his fingers in and out of me as my orgasm started to bubble up. I couldn't believe that we were doing this out in public. For whatever reason it seemed to be turning me on more and more the more I thought about it. I'd never done anything in public before, not really.

"Eric, I'm going to come," I cried out.

"Come for me baby," he said.

I exploded all over his fingers. A louder moan escaped me. I arched my back struggling not to spasm. My legs felt like jelly as the pleasure rippled through me.

Eric put my panties back in place. I could feel them soaked with my own cum. He spun me around. We were face-to-face and then he put his soaked fingers into his mouth. I watched him polish them off as if they were his dessert.

"Oh my god," I just said.

"No need to call me that," he winked.

I wrapped my arms around his body, hugging him to me. "I think we should go on a dates more often."

Eric nodded and pulled me in closer.