But I can’t focus. The chat moves and the subscribers are there and I’m performing but the performance feels hollow. My timing is off. My voice doesn’t have the drop. I’m going through the motions of being the Omega in control and underneath it I’m falling apart.
I pause the stream just as Sai steps up against my back, his lips pressed to the top of my head, his hands settling on my shoulders. Slowly, his lips make their way to my bite. “Use me.”
I turn and look at him. “Everyone will know who you are. If your body is on screen—”
“Then keep my face out of it. Angle the cameras. But use me, Mavi. Let me give you something. You need me, don’t you, Doll? Like I need you. Take me. Use me. Let me be your peace.”
I look at my Alpha. At the collar on his throat, the tie loosened from the day, those dark eyes watching me. He’s offering himself as content and anchor at the same time. He’s giving me back the control the day has been stealing.
I position him on the bed with his face away from the camera. His broad back, his shoulders, his hands, all visible. The cage shows when I angle it right. The mystery Alpha my regular subscribers have whispered about for weeks is here, anonymous and real.
I turn the stream back on.
The energy shifts instantly. The chat explodes. The mystery Alpha is there. My hands move over Sai’s body as I unlock the cage on camera. Then I take what I need. I ride him with the camera capturing every roll of my hips and every grip of his hands on my waist.
I find my register again, the one that always commands the room and pulls every eye to the screen. My voice drops low and filthy as the dirty talk flows out of me like it is the most natural thing in the world. "Look at you, Alpha. So fucking perfect under me. You feel how deep I am taking you? How wet I am for this cock? Yeah, that’s it. Let them see how good you are for me."
The words come easy, the same cadence I have used for years to make the chat light up and the tips pour in. But underneath the performance I’m falling apart. Tears slip down my face in quiet streaks that the camera might catch or might not, that the makeup hides well. I keep riding him, hips rolling in that slow, deliberate grind that makes every subscriber lean closer, but mychest is tight and my throat burns and the tears keep coming anyway.
The subscribers see a dominant Omega taking his Alpha apart. They see the way my body moves over him, the way my hands grip his shoulders, the way my voice stays steady and filthy while I tell him exactly how good he feels inside me.
They see the power, the control, the Omega who sets the pace and owns every second of it. They don’t see the way my vision blurs or the way my breath catches on something that isn’t pleasure. They see the show and I give it to them because that is what I do. I perform. I deliver. I make them want more.
"You are mine. All of this is mine. They cannot touch this. They cannot touch us." Those words are more for me than my subscribers, Sai squeezing my hips a little harder, letting me know he sees me. "Fuck, you’re so hard for me. Look at how deep you are. You feel that? You feel how I am taking every inch? That’s it, Alpha. Give it to me. Let them watch while I use you."
A comment scrolls by.“Wait, is that a mating bite on his ear? Is he mated?”
Another follows.“Holy shit the scarring on his ear. He’s bonded.”
The chat detonates.
I keep riding him harder, rolling my hips so his cock drags deep inside me while the cage lies open and forgotten beside us. His hands grip my waist and I lean back, bracing one palm on his thigh so the camera catches the way my body takes him. Slick coats his length and drips down his balls with every downward stroke. I clench around him deliberately, feeling him throb and swell, the moan that leaves me completely real.
“Fuck, look at you,” I tell the camera, voice completely wrecked. “My Alpha letting me use him like this. You all wish you could feel how deep he is right now. How thick. How perfectly he fills me up.”
Sai’s fingers dig into my skin but he stays exactly where I placed him, face turned away, body offered completely. The chat floods with tips and comments but I barely see them. All I feel is him inside me, stretching me open, and the calm starting to wash over me, his scent easing my earlier panic.
I slam down harder and his knot pops inside me with a wet sound that the microphone definitely catches. I cry out as it locks us together, coming hard across his stomach while my hole pulses around his knot. Sai follows right after, groaning low as he spills deep inside me, pulse after pulse of cum flooding me until it leaks out around his knot.
I keep grinding on his locked cock through the aftershocks, milking every drop while the tears fall freely now. The chat is a blur of capital letters and hearts and shocked emojis but I don’t read them. I just ride the waves and let Sai hold me through it because right now he’s the only thing keeping me from falling apart on camera.
When the orgasm finally ebbs I sag forward against his chest, still locked on his knot, and whisper against his skin where the camera can’t see, “Don’t let go.”
I end the stream without my usual warmth, closing the laptop mid-comment from where I can reach. I’m still on top of Sai, still connected, the tears a steady leak I can’t seem to shut off.
Sai’s arms come around me, his lips murmuring against the side of me. “Talk to me, doll. What’s wrong? What happened today?”
The word doll lands against my tears and my armor is gone. I’m not the sharp-tongued, cam-confident, paint-stained force of nature right now. I’m just a twenty-five-year-old Omega lying on top of my Alpha in a dark room trying to explain why everything hurts.
“The rent doubled. Velvet flagged my account. My paintings got boxed up and sent back from the galleries. The modeling gigwas canceled when I showed up. And Dorian was there telling me I look tired while my whole life gets packed into boxes by people I’ve never met.”
Each sentence lands like a weight. Sai’s arms tighten around me but he doesn’t speak. He lets me empty it out.
“Everything I built, Sai. Everything. The cam money I used to put myself through school. The paintings I carried out of my parents’ house. The galleries that were just starting to take me seriously. I built this from nothing.Nothing. I was twenty years old with no money and no family and I built a whole life and it’s falling apart.”
My voice cracks on the last word because I have a suspicion of who is the reason for all this but I’d never put that on Sai. I refuse to make this any more of his problem than it already is.
“I’ll fix it,” he says quietly. “I don’t know how yet. But no one hurts my Omega.”
