The clock ticked in the silent apartment like a metronome to the rhythm of anticipation. Lucy’s eyes gleamed in the soft glow of the Christmas lights, her mind racing with a wicked plan. New Year’s Eve, a night of rebirth and resolutions, had always felt like a cage to her, until now. Her roommate, Steven, was oblivious to the transformation about to unfold. A beta by nature, he had always been the type to shrink in the face of confrontation, his eyes perpetually downcast, his voice a meek whisper. Little did he know, the chains of his mundane existence were about to be shattered by Lucy’s dominance and the cold steel of a strap-on dildo.
With a smirk, Lucy sauntered into the room where Steven sat, his gaze glued to the TV as the countdown to midnight began. She had spent the evening preparing herself, her heart racing with excitement, her body slick with desire. The air was thick with the scent of lust as she approached him, her strap-on jutting out like a challenge. Steven’s eyes widened as he took in the sight of her, dressed in nothing but a leather harness and a devilish smile. His cheeks flushed a deep shade of crimson, and his mouth hung open like a forgotten gaping fish.
“Steven,” she purred, her voice a seductive mix of velvet and steel, “I’ve decided to start the new year with a bang.”
His eyes darted from the TV to her, then back again, his brain desperately trying to process what he was seeing. The room felt smaller, the air thicker, as the seconds ticked away. His heart hammered in his chest, a silent protest to the fate that was about to befall him. But Lucy was not one to take no for an answer. She stepped closer, the clink of the dildo against her thigh echoing through the room. “You’ve been a good boy this year, haven’t you?” she asked, her tone a mockery of innocence.
He gulped, his voice barely a squeak, “W-what do you mean, Lucy?”
“I mean,” she said, her smile growing as she leaned over him, placing a hand on his shoulder, “It’s time for you to pay the piper.” She pushed him gently but firmly down onto the couch, his eyes wide with a mix of fear and excitement. “You’re going to let me fuck your tight ass hole with this,” she whispered, her breath hot against his ear, “and you’re going to love it.”
Steven’s body stiffened, his eyes darting to the strap-on with a mix of horror and fascination. He had never been with a man before, but the idea of Lucy, the woman he had secretly lusted after for months, taking control of him in such a dominating way sent shivers down his spine. He felt his cock begin to harden, and he knew he was powerless to resist. She straddled him, her legs pushing his apart, and he felt the cold tip of the dildo pressing against his entrance.
“C-Can I… Can I say no?” he stuttered, his voice barely audible over the pulsing bass of the music from the TV.
“No, sweetie,” Lucy said, her voice low and soothing, “You’ve been begging for this, haven’t you? All those nights you watched me come home from work, all those times you hovered around me, hoping for a hint of affection. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
With trembling hands, Steven nodded, and Lucy took that as her cue. She reached behind her and began to lubricate the strap-on with a bottle of lube she had retrieved from her bedroom earlier. The cold liquid dripped down onto the couch cushion as she smeared it over the dildo, the sound echoing in the silence of the room. She positioned herself, the head of the dildo pressing against his tight, untouched hole, and began to push.
Steven’s eyes watered as she entered him, the sensation overwhelming and foreign. He felt himself being stretched open, filled in a way he never thought possible. Lucy’s grip on his hips was firm, guiding him through the pain, whispering sweet nothings into his ear as she began to move. She took her time, savoring every gasp and whimper that escaped his lips. The TV blared the final moments of the countdown, but all he could focus on was the intrusion, the heat, the pressure building inside him.
As the clock struck midnight, the room was bathed in a shower of confetti from a forgotten party popper, and Lucy slammed into him, hitting his prostate just right. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the sound of their heavy breathing and the slap of flesh against flesh. The fireworks outside were nothing compared to the explosion happening inside of Steven as he came, his orgasm ripping through him like a bolt of lightning.
The strap-on was forgotten for a moment as Lucy leaned down, her breasts pressing into his chest, and kissed him deeply. His mouth tasted of fear and excitement, a heady mix that only served to fuel her desire. “Happy New Year,” she murmured against his lips, before pulling back and resuming her relentless pace.
Steven’s body was a tapestry of sensation, pleasure and pain intertwining in a delicious dance. He felt his ass muscles clench around the dildo, milking it as he came again, this time more powerfully than before. Lucy’s eyes gleamed with victory as she watched the transformation before her. The beta was gone, and in his place was a man who knew his place.
The countdown to the new year continued, the music reaching a crescendo as Lucy thrust into him. “You’re mine now,” she murmured, her voice a dark promise, “Mine to fuck whenever I want.”
The last of his resistance shattered, and he moaned in agreement, his body writhing beneath hers. The strap-on slid in and out of him, setting a rhythm that matched the beating of his heart. The room was a haze of sweat and desire, the air thick with the scent of sex. As the final seconds of the year ticked away, Lucy pushed harder, her movements more erratic, her breathing ragged.
With a guttural roar, she reached her climax, her hips bucking wildly as she filled him completely. The fireworks outside mirrored the explosion of pleasure within, their cries of ecstasy melding with the cacophony of the celebration. The TV blared the traditional New Year’s song, but all Steven heard was the pounding of his heart and the sweet symphony of their shared release.
As the song ended and the room grew still, Lucy pulled out and collapsed beside him, her chest heaving. “Welcome to the new year, Steven,” she said, her voice a sultry purr. She reached over and stroked his cheek, her touch surprisingly gentle. He looked into her eyes, a mix of shock, pleasure, and something else he couldn’t quite identify.
Steven’s body was still trembling, the aftershocks of his orgasms making his legs feel like jelly. He had never felt so alive, so used, and so utterly owned. The strap-on lay discarded on the floor, a silent testament to the power shift that had just occurred. Lucy leaned in and kissed him again, her tongue probing his mouth, claiming him in a way the dildo never could.
The confetti began to settle, the glittery remnants of the year past littering their skin. Lucy’s hand trailed down his chest, her fingernails lightly scratching his skin, sending goosebumps racing along his spine. She gripped his still-hard cock, stroking it with a newfound confidence, her grip firm and demanding. “You’re going to come for me again,” she whispered, “and this time, it’s going to be even better.”
Her words were a command, not a question, and Steven felt his body responding, his cock swelling in her hand. He was hers, completely and utterly, and the thought sent a thrill through him that was both terrifying and exhilarating. He nodded, unable to form words, as she positioned herself over him, her wetness coating him, her own desire palpable.
The TV switched to the news, the anchors’ cheery voices discussing the festivities around the world. Lucy ignored them, focusing solely on the task at hand. She began to ride him, her movements deliberate and precise, her hips rolling in a way that made him see stars. He could feel her warmth enveloping him, her power over him complete as she took what she wanted.
Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, the sounds of their lovemaking a symphony of need and desire. Lucy’s breasts bounced with each thrust, and the sight was almost too much to handle. His hips bucked up to meet hers, their rhythm increasing as the minutes ticked by. The room was a blur of pleasure, the line between pain and ecstasy blurring until it was indistinguishable.
As they neared their climax once more, Lucy leaned down, her teeth grazing his neck. “You’re going to scream for me,” she murmured, her voice a dark promise. And scream he did, his voice joining the chorus of fireworks outside as he came, filling her with his seed. Lucy threw her head back and moaned, her body shuddering with the force of her own orgasm.
They lay there, tangled in each other’s limbs, as the world outside continued to celebrate. But for them, the real celebration had just begun. The new year had brought a new dynamic, a new level of intimacy that neither had ever experienced before. And as they caught their breath, their eyes locked, and they both knew that this was just the first of many nights like this to come.
You wanna be next, bitch?
