Krystal tried to be quiet as she crept through the door at one o'clock in the morning; it was only polite to her roommate, Greg, who seemed like a quiet, studious guy. It was her third year of college and her dad had finally agreed to let her move out of the family home. Krystal couldn't believe it when he told her her roommate would be a man, after all of the time he'd spent keeping her away from boys.
Krystal tried to balance on one foot as she pried one of her heels off but found herself on the floor, giggling at the warm fizzy feeling of alcohol in her body.
Greg's door opened.
"Oops," Krystal said, laughing as her handsome roommate looked her over with an expression of extreme disapproval.
"Do you have any idea what time it is?" he demanded.
Krystal gave up on removing her other shoe and crossed her arms self-consciously across her chest, suddenly aware of how her low-cut sparkling top showed off her tits. In only a few weeks away from home, she was already building up a wardrobe of clothes that she never would have been allowed to even look at before.
"Sorry," she laughed, "I didn't mean to wake you."
"Where the fuck have you been?"
"Just with a friend," she said quickly.
"In the middle of the night?" Greg loomed over her at the best of times, but from the floor he was a veritable giant.
Krystal pouted, searching for an excuse, before something occurred to her. She was so used to being taken to task by her father that she was automatically answering to Greg's disapproval, but he wasn't in charge of her at all.
"It's really none of your business!" she said, trying to sound stern. "You're not the boss of me."
To her dismay, Greg just chuckled darkly. "So what, you were whoring it up with some guy?"
"Of course not," Krystal said, feeling her cheeks flush. "It was a date, Lucas was a perfect gentleman."
"And that's why you're drunk and dressed like a slut," Greg said, shaking his head. "Come on, get your shoe off and stand up."
Krystal complied without even thinking about it; without her heels, Greg was a full foot taller than her, and she felt like an unruly child standing before him being scolded.
"You can't tell me what to do," she said, but it came out whiney. "You're just my roommate."
"Tell that to your father," Greg said, grabbing her arm hard. "He's paying me good money to make sure you stay out of trouble."
"What?!" Krystal yelled, dismayed. "No way. I'm 21! I can do what I want!"
"Then maybe you should start paying for your own apartment, and tuition, and spending money. I know your dad gave you a list of rules when he let you move in here with me."
She tried to pull out of his grip, but it was useless; he was too strong. Any other guy would be staring down her shirt-- his height gave him an even better view of her D-cup breasts, shown to great advantage in a push-up bra, but he barely took a glance.
"Tell me what your rules are. Now. Or do I have to call your dad?"
"No, you can't, he'll make me move back home!" she yelled, suddenly panicked. The idea was intolerable. Greg was being an asshole, but he couldn't possibly be as controlling as her dad-- she couldn't go back to a seven o'clock curfew at her age. "There were so many rules! No drugs, no getting drunk, keep my grades up... No sex..."
"I'm sure he'll be thrilled to hear you're already breaking the rules after only three weeks," Greg said darkly.
"No!" Krystal felt a tear roll down her cheek. "I... I only had a few drinks..."
"You're drunk." It was a flat statement, with no room for argument or debate. "And I'm willing to bet you were off getting fucked."
"Was not! We were just kissing!"
"You'd better be telling the truth," Greg replied. "Because daddy dearest promised me an extra ten grand if the doctor says you're still a virgin at the end of the year."
Krystal blushed a vivid, miserable red. One of her father's conditions for her moving out had been that she would get her hymen checked by a doctor, but she had thought he was just trying to spook her. She was alarmed, all of a sudden-- would she still pass, after what she'd been getting up to earlier? She looked down at her feet, trying not to look guilty.
"Right," Greg said suddenly. "I don't trust you. Take your shirt off."
"What?" She looked back up at him, flabbergasted. "No! You perv!"
She tried to scramble backwards as he took a threatening step towards her, his tight grip on her arm becoming downright painful. He leaned down close.
"Look, you dumb little brat. The sooner you get this through your head, the easier it'll be for you. From now on, you do what I say. I have a significant financial investment in your behaviour for the next year, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to protect that investment. You have more freedom now than you've ever had in your life, and the price of that is having to answer to me. Now get to it, or I can call your daddy right now and tell him you're not mature enough to handle this."
Krystal glared at him furiously, but a few moments later she felt her shoulders slump with defeat. He let go of her.
"Why do I have to take my shirt off, though?" she demanded, her lower lip trembling. Then she yelped with surprise as he grabbed ahold of it and yanked it off himself.
"Because of that," he said grimly, poking at a developing hickey halfway down her breast, just above her bra. "Just kissing, hm? If you've fucked me out of that virgnity money already, you'll be sorry."
"I swear we didn't have sex!" she said, desperate and embarrassed. "We just made out, with our shirts off, and... and touched, a little bit. Please, I promise, let's just go to bed and forget about this."
Greg made an angry noise under his breath. "This is how it's going to be. You're going to stay away from boys and keep your legs closed. And don't think you can get away with sneaking around, because I'll be looking you over. When I find anything like this--" he jabbed the mark on her boob-- "you'll be punished, like the dumb little slut that you're determined to be. Now, let's see how bad your punishment will be today."
Krystal whined but didn't argue when he unclasped her bra and pulled it away to expose her boobs, knocking her hands away when she desperately tried to cover hself. There were more love bites, and he shook his head at her in disapproval, prodding each one with a finger. She flushed in utter humiliation at being exposed like this. Earlier, it had felt daring and erotic and powerful, to expose herself and see Lucas's arousal and desperation; to have Greg look at her body clinically, disapproving and unmoved, left her feeling chastised and small.
"If you fucked him, this is your last chance to come clean."
