“I heard you,” he purrs. “You’re lucky my chat thought it was funny.”
He climbs onto the bed, a wild grin splitting across his face as he crawls closer to me. “Now. You’re going to perform for me.”
My breath catches in my throat as he dips his hand beneath his pillow, pulling out a collar I’ve never seen. This one’s bright pink, a contrast to the black leather I’m accustomed to. Mavi doesn’t hesitate as he locks it around my neck before sliding up against the headboard, his legs spread, his panties obscenely tented with need.
“I want to watch you touch yourself, pet,” he breathes out.
I fight the desire to completely submit, to give in, to let Mavi use me. Because this time, he’s given me a command. Nervously, I move toward him and he shoots me a pointed look. So, instead, I inch backwards, sitting up just enough to follow his directions.
“Pants off, Alpha. There you go. Now, show off for me.”
The roles are reversed. Instead of Mavi performing, it’s now my turn and I’ve never been so eager to give. I stroke my cock in quick, frantic bursts, hoping that at some point I’ll be able to touch this beautiful Omega feet away from me.
“Slower, pet. Let me see every inch. Good. Just like that. You look so pretty when you obey me.”
His voice is low and steady, cutting through everything else. I stroke myself the way he wants, long slow pulls that make pre-cum drip steadily over my fingers. My knot is already swelling at the base and my thighs tremble with the effort of holding the pace he demands.
My gaze dips to his cock still covered in lace, the fabric soaked through, his scent filling my lungs. Mavi dips a hand between his thighs, gathering slick along his palm before crawling toward me.
He sucks me into his mouth without warning and at the same time, slips two fingers between my thighs and presses them against the rim of my ass. I jolt at the touch, then relax as the fingers push in, crooking forward to find that spot inside me that makes my vision blur.
The dual sensation is overwhelming. His mouth works me in deep, tongue swirling around the head while his throat constricts around my length. His fingers thrust in and out, pressing firmly against me with every stroke.
I groan around the collar, hips twitching forward into his mouth while my ass clenches around his fingers. The obedience is its own kind of performance. Not for an audience. Not for a camera. For the one person whose attention matters.
Mavi pulls off just long enough to look up at me, lips shiny and swollen. “Come when I tell you to. Not before.”
I nod frantically as his mouth returns to my cock and his fingers keep working me open. The pressure builds fast, my knotswelling almost painfully. I grip the base, trying to hold myself back, my breath coming in short gasps.
Mavi hums around my cock, the vibration shooting straight to my balls. He pulls off once more and whispers, “Now, Alpha. Come for me.”
I come with a broken groan. Thick ropes of cum spill across his tongue and down his throat while my ass pulses around his fingers. He swallows every drop, milking me through it until I am trembling and spent, my knot throbbing uselessly as the last waves roll through me.
Mavi pulls his fingers free and crawls up my body, slowly pulling me down to rest horizontally. He curls around me, pulling my head into his chest. “If youevertouch my ring light during a stream again, I’m putting your cock in a cage.”
