He Thought He was in Control 1st Time with Roommate

He walked in thinking he was in control. First time alone with his roommate, and he thought he was setting the pace. The black lingerie was not random. The way I moved closer on the bed was deliberate. Every look meant something. He tried to lead. Tried to stay calm. But the second I decided to take over, everything changed. By the end of the night, he learned exactly who was really running the show. First time with his roommate. And definitely not the last.