Mavi
The day’s been boring as hell. The last-minute evening shoot was nothing exciting. They made me put on actual clothes, a fitted button-down and tailored pants that make me look like something I’m not. It pays well, so I kept my mouth shut and hit my marks.
Someone on set clears his throat just as I’m packing up. “You smell good. Did your ex finally come back around?”
I force a smile. “We were never a thing.” I manage to say it loud enough that the ex in question, Crane, sneers from across the room. Most of my exes are in the same business, modeling, photography or otherwise because I don’t leave my apartment for much else.
A few of them were fine with the cam thing. Others weren’t. But all of them had one thing in common, wanting to dominate me.
Crane straightens up, puffing up his chest like he’s all that but in reality he’s a mid-tier Alpha model. “You just think you can shake a little ass and get whatever you want. I’m telling you now, no Alpha is going to want a camboy. Not the way you’ve been showing everything to the camera. They'll use you. They'll watch your videos and get off and then they'll mate someone respectable and you'll still be selling it online at thirty-five wondering where everyone went.”
The words land like grit under my skin. I still have a video to upload tonight and all I wanted was to stay in bed with Sai all day, letting him kneel for me while I took my time ruining him. Instead, I’m here, regretting the small paycheck that wasn’t even worth leaving the apartment for.
However, I keep my mouth shut, eager to get home. I stuff myself into my car, jaw tight, when my phone buzzes with an alert. I set up the camera this morning after Sai first walked in, not to deter him, but to watch. Excited, I pull up the feed to find Sai opening my door.
He walks through the door like he belongs there. He takes the collar off the hook by the door and puts it on himself. The moment the leather settles around his throat, his whole body relaxes.
He starts walking through the room, gently touching things, straightening a canvas here and running his fingers along theedge of a book there. His eyes dart toward the bedroom, then back to the door like he is checking he is allowed to be here.
Then his eyes land on one of the lingerie sets I laid out for tonight. It’s a forest green lace set I found at a new boutique a few weeks ago and have been waiting for the perfect time to wear it. Tonight seemed as good as ever.
I hunch over the screen, turning up the volume just in time to catch Sai’s moan. He runs a hand down the delicate fabric before cupping himself through his pants, palm pressing hard against the growing bulge. I can see the thick outline of his cock straining against the fabric and the way his hips twitch forward like he cannot help himself.
Absolutely not.
Fumbling for his number while still keeping the video feed playing, I wait for him to pick up. Sai digs his phone from his pocket, startling when he sees it’s my number before picking it up.
“Do you like the new color?” I ask, voice warm. “Forest green lace. I thought it would be pretty on me.”
Sai looks around, eyes wide and breathing already ragged. “Mavi…”
“Deep breaths, Sai. There you go. Now be a good boy for me and kneel by the door. I’m on my way.”
He moves slowly to the open area in the living room and sinks to his knees. “Like this?”
“Perfect. Just like that, pretty boy. I’ll be home in eight minutes and then I’m going to give you everything you need. How’s that sound?”
The conversation flows easily as I drive. I keep my voice steady and ask about his day. Sai’s answers are short, almost shy. “It was fine. Busy. But… I just want the chaos to go away.”
“I know, pet. I’m almost there. Hold on for me.”
I stay on the phone the entire way up the stairs. When I push through the door, the apartment smells like sandalwood and desperation. The sight that greets me stops me in my tracks.
Sai’s kneeling exactly where I told him to, collar snug around his throat, hands resting on his thighs. His silk shirt is still buttoned but his pants are already tented obscenely. The forest green lace set lies on the coffee table beside him like an offering. His dark eyes lift to mine the moment I step inside and the hunger in them hits me low in the gut.
Fuck, he looks perfect like this. Broad shoulders and powerful frame completely surrendered. I want to ruin him. I want to watch that pretty mouth fall open while I ride his face until he is dripping with my slick.
I want to feel his thick cock stretch me open while his knot swells and locks us together and he falls apart moaning my name. The thought of him coming inside me, filling me until it leaks down my thighs, sends a fresh rush of slick soaking through my underwear.
I set my bag down slowly and walk toward him. “Look at you, pet. Already so hard for me and I haven’t even touched you yet.”
Sai’s breath catches in his throat as his hands twitch on his thighs like he wants to reach for me but remembers he hasn’t been given permission. The collar shifts with every swallow and the sight makes my cock twitch against the seam of my pants.
I stop right in front of him and run my fingers through his close-cropped hair. “You came straight here after work, didn’t you? Put my collar on and waited on your knees like a good boy. That makes me very happy.”
He leans into my touch, eyes half-closed. “I needed it. The day was too loud.”
“I know it was.” I tilt his chin up with two fingers so he has to look at me. “But you’re home now. And I’m going to take care of you.”
