The Roommate Pt. 45

XLV: Collar

Lexi, Blake, Marie, and Liam

Lexi

“Oh, fuck, Lexi.”

Lexi grinned at Marie’s breathless gasp, nipping at the blonde’s neck again before brushing her lips over that spot that really got Marie going.

“Are you a little worked up, slut?”

She couldn’t help but laugh at Marie’s whimper as the blonde squirmed beneath her. Lexi had Marie pinned, holding her wrists together over her head, putting her completely at Lexi’s mercy. Both of them were naked, and Marie’s flat, toned stomach felt wonderful against her cock as the blonde wriggled around, trying to tease Lexi back.

“You teased me all week,” Marie breathed, “and I never even got to cum. I–”

Lexi leaned down, cutting her off with a firm, slow kiss that left Marie dazed.

“You’re such a good slut for controlling yourself like that.”

“But you said I would get a reward.”

Lexi took a deep breath, cock twitching between her and Marie at the way the blonde whined, practically begging for her touch.

“You will, slut. But you get it when I decide to give it to you. That’s what being my slut means.”

Lexi pulled back enough to meet Marie’s gaze and found the blonde biting her lip. After a moment of holding her gaze, Marie nodded, “I understand. It’s just…”

Marie trailed off and glanced between them, then back to Lexi. Her cheeks colored, “Hard.”

Lexi snorted, “I know, but it’s worth it, right?”

Marie nodded, smiling, “Definitely.”

No time like the present.

Lexi glanced to her nightstand, eyes fixing on the top drawer.

Are we really ready for this? Am I?

She took a deep breath.

If I don’t do it now, I never will.

Lexi leaned down again, kissing Marie in a way that made her cock pulse and Marie whimper as she pulled away.

“You’ve been a really good slut for me, Marie,” Lexi said, swinging a leg over the blonde so she could step off the bed, “Despite the rocky start, I’m really glad we found each other.”

“Me, too, Lexi.”

The certainty in Marie’s voice brought a smile to Lexi’s face, making her decision so much easier.

Still, she hesitated when she grabbed the handle of her nightstand’s top drawer, hand shaking for a moment. After another deep breath to steel her nerves, Lexi opened the drawer and fished out what was inside.

She held it out to Marie, trying to keep her hand from quivering. It was a thin black choker with a silver, stylized “L” holding it together.

“I want…more,” she forced out, making herself meet Marie’s wide-eyed gaze, “You’re amazing, and I want to see where this goes, but…I need this,” she gestured with the choker–the collar, “to feel secure and comfortable before I can be any more intimate with you. With anyone, I mean, but…right now, just you.”

Marie blinked, eyes still wide as saucers as she glanced back and forth between Lexi and the collar.

“Will you accept it?”

***

Blake

Blake sent the text to Liam as soon as she stepped in the elevator.

“On my way up. Meet me in the hall.”

She squirmed, impatient as she waited for his reply. Or the next floor. Whichever one came first.

The vibrator still buzzed between her folds. Most other girl’s probably would have been numb or oversensitive to it by now, but Blake had the gift–or curse–of experience via some very long start-stop streams that had left her pussy tingling the following day.

Originally, she had planned on taking out the vibrator when she stopped at home before coming over to Liam’s. She was going to shower and make herself look all nice and wonderful, maybe even get in a quick yoga session and a bit of work before all that.

Instead, she’d headed straight for Liam’s after class. It was Friday. She had the whole weekend to get shit done. She needed Liam, now.

It doesn’t even need to be his cock. Even just his hands.

She just needed to be touching him.

His cock would be nice, though. That big, thick, veiny cock stretching out my throat or my pussy, making me cum so fucking hard–

The elevator dinged as it stopped on Liam’s floor, snapping Blake out of her fantasy. She realized she’d been rubbing her legs together, and was very glad that she’d been the only one on the elevator.

Taking a deep breath, Blake stepped out into the hall and practically ran the short distance toward Liam’s room. He stepped out into the hall before she’d passed the first room.

Why is he so fucking hot? It’s not fair. Stupid hair and eyes and muscles and tallness.

She loved all of it, all of him, but she wasn’t touching him, which made him stupid.

Liam smiled as he met her gaze, only to blink as she grabbed fistfuls of his shirt and pulled him down to kiss her, slipping her tongue between his lips and kissing him until she made him moan.

When she let him go, lowering her hands to let him straighten, but still holding onto him, she glared at him, “Is this your not so subtle way of telling me you want to fuck me tonight?”

Liam raised an eyebrow, “You realize you’re the one that kissed me, right? I don’t think that’s going to work unless you want to go in the shower again. Swar’s home tonight and Eli is on his way back, I think.”

Blake groaned, and remembered at the last moment to keep her voice down.

“Then why do you still have the vibrator going?” she hissed.

Liam frowned, then his eyes went wide and he shoved a hand in his pocked. A moment later, the vibrator stopped. The sudden absence of sensation shocked back, and she sagged against Liam, legs turning to jelly.

“Fuck,” she breathed, face against his abs, “Warn me next time, please?”

“Sorry,” Liam said, helping her straighten again. She didn’t let go of him.

“Shit, I’m really sorry, Blake. I thought it would turn off when you were out of range.”

She shook her head against him, “This one has a pretty decent range, and we had class across the street instead of at opposite ends of campus.”

“Fuck,” Liam breathed, “So it’s just been–”

“Yup,” Blake confirmed, “All fucking day.”

“Is that safe?”

Blake shook her head, “Nope. Turns your already sex-crazed girlfriend into a sex monster who needs your cock inside her.”

“Shit. Blake, I’m–”

She looked up and tugged at his shirt, cutting him off.

“Liam,” she breathed, putting all her effort into not shouting, “I don’t think you understand. I need to fuck you. Now.”

***

Marie

Marie gazed between Lexi and the choker, the collar–she knew that’s what it really was–dumbfounded. She’d known this would be coming, but at the same time she had not expected it at all.

But I hoped for it.

“Why?”

Lexi blinked in surprise. So did Marie. She didn’t realize what she’d said until the word was out of her mouth.

“Why?” Lexi repeated.

It didn’t seem like the right thing to say. Marie searched for something else, but instead ended up nodding.

“You want me to accept a collar,” Marie said, surprisingly confident, “You say you need to have things be like this for you to go any farther with me. I want to know why you feel that way.”

Lexi gazed at her, lips slightly parted, and for a moment, Marie worried she’d ruined everything.

Then Lexi sighed, “I guess you deserve that much. I know more about your past than you know about mine, after all.”

She sat down on the edge of the bed, still holding the collar, and patted the space next to her. Marie smiled and crawled forward, kneeling next to her. She kissed Lexi on the cheek before leaning against her and meeting her gaze.

Again, Lexi hesitated, then took a deep breath, staring past her knees.

“I…haven’t had the best experiences with relationships,” she said, “Romantic, one-night-stands, fuck-buddies–they all end up shitty. Kendra and Helen and two other friends from back home I don’t think I’ve mentioned yet are my best friends in the world, but also kind of my only friends. A lot of people have a problem with what I am. Some just don’t understand or don’t believe it’s ‘right’, whatever that is supposed to mean.”

Marie blinked at the raw edge to Lexi’s voice, and wrapped her fingers around Lexi’s wrist. Warmth spread through her when she saw the taller girl’s lips twitch into a smile for a moment. Then her expression sobered.

“Other people attacked me, either with their words, or physically, so I learned how to protect myself and made sure I was strong.”

She took another deep breath, then met Marie’s gaze.

“If some drunk idiots have a problem with me, I can usually beat the shit out of them without too much trouble, and I’ve grown a pretty thick skin to deal with all the slurs people throw at me when they find out or even suspect what I am. Thankfully, this town and this school are pretty open in that respect. Still, that’s why I was up front with you when we met. I didn’t want you to think I was leading you on, and I don’t like hiding any part of me.”

She looked down again and was silent for a while before speaking again. She took a deep breath, first.

“The harder part of protecting myself comes with people who like me a bit too much. Some people–men and women–just see me as a way to live out some fantasy or satisfy a fetish. Some people want to know way more than they have a right to–right off the bat, at least–and others only want me if I can assure them that some day I’ll go ‘all the way’ with my transition.”

Marie frowned, “You mean–?”

Lexi nodded, “I’ve had girls who wouldn’t sleep with me or wouldn’t go down on me or let me fuck them, but said they would once I had a vagina. Same thing with guys. Some of them even said they would ‘tolerate’ it for a while. Even some other trans people were assholes about it. None of them seemed to understand that I like being a girl with a dick. I like wearing dresses and tight jeans and yoga pants and wearing make-up and having long hair and being feminine as fuck, but I also like being strong and muscular and no matter how dysphoric I’ve felt, I’ve never once wanted to get rid of my dick.”

Marie’s throat tightened up at the raw edge to Lexi’s voice. She glanced down at the collar, and it made sense. She’d never seen the taller girl this vulnerable before. The idea that other people would treat Lexi that way…

“Marie, you’re hurting me.”

Marie blinked, then glanced down at the hand she’d taken Lexi’s wrist with to find her knuckles white.