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My New Roommate - Epilogue
🕑 Added 2025-09-06 22:00:03 +0000 UTCI woke to emptiness. The bed was cold, the sheets rumpled, and the heavy, sticky heat of last night gone. My chest tightened as I sat up, blinking against the sunlight cutting through the blinds. My body still ached from him—my cock sore, my hips stiff, skin tingling from where he had pressed against me, rubbed, taken me. And he was… gone.
I froze, heart pounding, listening for any sound. Nothing. Not a breath, not a creak, not the faintest shuffle. The room smelled faintly of him, but that was all. No Damien. No smirk. No challenge. Just the empty weight of absence pressing down on me.
I tried to replay last night, every moment, every move, every word. The way he had stripped slowly, daring me to take him. The way he had kissed me like it was life or death, gripping my body like he’d never let go. The way he had ridden me, moaning my name with no pretense, no games. My hands instinctively went to where I’d come inside him, remembering how hot, tight, and real he had felt.
I groaned softly, curling into the sheets, wishing I could rewind it all, just to feel him again. But the reality hit me harder than I wanted. He wasn’t here. He wasn’t leaving any trace beyond my own memory and the sticky sheets.
I stumbled out of bed, still half-limp, and checked the room. Nothing. My eyes caught the faint shine of his fingerprints on the dresser drawer, a subtle reminder he’d been here, but it wasn’t enough. I sank to the floor, back against the wall, and let my mind wander over every detail.
The way he had controlled me—the way he had made me beg, the way he had taken me without warning, making my cock twitch and shiver under his touch. Every moan, every whispered command, every edge he’d pushed me to—it all played in my head like a film I couldn’t pause. The thrill of being used, of being tested, of being his.
I remembered the last moment—the way he muttered, almost casually, “Guess I can’t keep the act forever,” before slipping under the blanket beside me. That line… it was like the final note of a symphony, the end of a game I had been losing and loving at the same time.
The door creaked behind me. I turned sharply, my heart leaping—maybe it was him, coming back to tease, to start another round. But it was just my dad in the doorway, rubbing his eyes like he hadn’t slept.
“He’s gone,” he said, his voice flat. “Damien. Finished his internship, packed up, left early this morning. Didn’t even wait for breakfast.” He took a sip of his coffee, glanced at me. “I thought he told you he was leaving?”
No. He hadn’t.
My stomach dropped. The room spun. The absence hit me fully for the first time. Every whispered command, every tease, every slick moment—it was all a one-night masterclass in obsession, domination, and craving. And it was over.
I sank back against the bed, eyes tracing the folds of the sheets where he had lain. My mind ran over the last weeks: the teasing, the wet dreams, the stolen glances, the silent games, the control, the punishment, the pleasure. I remembered every pulse, every moan, every inch of skin pressed against mine. And as much as my cock throbbed and my body ached for him, I couldn’t bring myself to be angry.
He had broken the act. Finally. And I knew now that it wasn’t just dominance or games—it was the last round. He had given me everything he was willing to give, stripped away all pretense, and vanished before I could even fully claim him.
I exhaled slowly, trembling, my mind still spinning from every sensation. The sheets still smelled of him, the memory of him pressing into me burned hotter than ever, and I realized—I had survived the game. But more than that, I was addicted. Obsessed. Burned into memory by a boy who had dared to push me further than I’d ever thought possible.
I sat there for a long while, hand on the mattress, mind looping every detail. And even though he was gone, even though the house was quiet, I couldn’t stop smiling—or imagining—the chaos he had left me with.
Damien was gone. But the mark he left—the fire, the obsession, the ache—was mine to carry forever.
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Hope you liked it, I wanted to try with a bittersweet ending.
About what's coming next, I will continue with the second most voted story, which was the hypnosis that. So I will be working on that. After I finish I might continue the boyband series too or introduce brand new ones.
