Chapter Eight
Vonn
Athrill bursts through me at the thought of being in charge. I love watching, being the master, and puppeteering a scene.
“Get on the bed, Red.” The dominance in my voice fills the room, even though there’s no bark or bite to it.
A shiver runs through the omega on the screen, and she quickly obeys, setting herself up on the bed.
The change sets her farther away from the camera, making her smaller, which I hate, but seeing every inch of her skin is worth it.
“Good girl, now spread those legs. I wanna see that wet spot on your panties.”
With a strangled groan, her legs open, allowing me a perfect view of the patch between her thighs. Her legs glisten with arousal, and what I wouldn’t give to be in the room with her. To taste her. To scent her and find out if her omega calls to my Alpha.
We’re matches. When you know, you know.
Whether we’re scent-matched or just sympathetic, I don’t know, but there’s something here. A tension between us that isn’t usually present.
“Well, sweet girl, you look needy. Is that pussy aching for your Alpha?”
“Yes, Alpha, I need you. I want you.” Red’s voice comes through my speakers, breathy and wanton. Although I’m well aware it’s what I’m paying for, it doesn’t sound contrived.
“Do you wanna take off your pretty panties?” I ask silently, hoping she says yes.
My instincts demand consent, so I won’t push for more than she willingly gives. I paid four hundred dollars, and I know that at that price I should get to see her pussy, but only if she’s into it. Just as turned-on as I am.
“Y-yes.” Her breath shakes, and her stomach quivers as she reaches down and slides her panties down. A thin patch of auburn hair shines above her pussy, and my mouth waters at the sight.
Glancing up. I realize that the hair on her head is black, and a curious thrill runs through me.
Is she wearing a costume? Does she look different in the daylight?
I guess I should’ve thought of that. It would only make sense to conceal your true self.
With stalkers, predators, and other creeps around, anonymity would be the top priority in this type of work.
Especially for an omega. Excitement blooms within me, pride that only I know her little secret.
With a dark chuckle, I reach down and palm my aching cock.
“Tell me what you need, omega,” I demand, getting into the scene before me. Although I’ve seen her body during live streams, I’ve never seen her pleasure. Suddenly, the desire to see her writhing in ecstasy, helpless in orgasmic bliss, roars through me.
She whimpers delicately before replying, “I ache, Alpha.”
“Good. I’m here to fix that. Now, show yourself to me.”
She licks her lips, her fingers sliding down her body until they reach her pussy. Her slender fingers scissor between her folds, spreading them, and giving me my first glimpse of nirvana. Slick drips between her legs, highlighting the beauty between her thighs, pink with desire and lust.
“What a gorgeous pussy you have. Do you wanna play with it? Flick that sexy little clit until you’re ready to burst?” Red nods rapidly like she’d enjoy nothing more, and a deep flush spreads over her cheeks and down her neck. So. Fucking. Cute.
“Good girl.” She throws her head back, loving my praise.
My cock throbs, and I reach for some lotion, coating my palms and wishing it were her juices instead.
With a rough grasp of my shaft, I jerk up and down, staring as she holds her pussy open for me and waits for my command like the perfect omega she is.
“God, you’re fucking beautiful. An absolute vision. There’s no one more stunning than you.” The praise tumbles from my lips, and she basks in it, practically glowing.
“Now, put two fingers inside yourself and gather some slick.” My sweet omega’s abdomen clenches, and she does as I say, rimming her hot little hole, coating her fingers in arousal. “Good fucking girl.”
Pleasure coils at the base of my spine, imagining smelling her intoxicating, lustful aroma, tasting the notes of her pheromones in the air. This is great, but I want so much more. Need so much more.
“Bring those fingers up and play with that pretty little clit.”
She moans, getting into it now, and the breathy sounds emanating from her lush lips are music to my ears.
Her thumb rubs slow circles, toying with her clit, but not directly touching it.
Building the pleasure until her hips gyrate, creasing her sheets.
I follow her rhythm, pumping my cock slowly, getting faster as she does.
Her back arches off the bed, and she lets out a cry of frustration.
Red needs more, and I wish I were there to give it to her.
To pin her hips down as I slam my giant Alpha cock into her little omega hole.
“Stop playing games. Use that thumb and press your clit. Flick it up and down.” The sound of my voice makes her mewl, and her legs shake as she does what I say.
“Good girl, now pinch those nipples with the other hand. Don’t you let up on your clit.
I wanna see you come.” She alternates between twisting those perfect peaks hard, letting out a tiny growl.
She’s so close, panting with need as she chases her release.
Slapping sounds join her moans as I jerk myself faster, squeezing with every up stroke and wishing for the tight, wet walls of her pussy.
“Soak your sheets for me. I want to see slick run down your legs and make a puddle in the middle of your bed. All for me. My omega. My slick. Come for me now,” I roar, and she screams, crying out, “88.” With my eyes glued to the screen watching the aftershocks take her, my balls draw up and pleasure shoots through me as rope after rope of sticky cum releases onto my abdomen.
It’s filthy and so fucking hot. Yet somehow it barely satisfies me. Although I’ve come, it’s not enough.
We both pant in unison, our breathing attempting to synchronize even without being in the same room. And I can’t stop the rising tide of disappointment from crashing in on me.
Red should be here with me, taking my cum deep in her womb, being filled with my seed.
At the very least, she should be lying on my bed as I rub my release into her skin.
Unable to look away from the screen, I watch, mesmerized, while she lies there, legs wide, pussy clenching with emptiness.
Her sides heave, her breasts jiggling as she gasps for air.
After a moment, she sits up, a pretty smile on her face, black wig slightly askew.
The dewy glow of her skin nearly makes me hard again.
Still breathless, she tells me that our time is nearly up, and I want to offer her more money. I want to do this repeatedly. Preferably in person, but I know that it’s time to let her go.
“Can we meet like this again soon?” I ask, sounding like a simp, but then again, maybe I am one. Or maybe I’m just a simp for her.
Red beams at me through the little camera, so clear it’s like I can almost touch her.
“I’d love that. Honestly, 88.” She blows me a kiss goodbye, but before she can sign off, I drop her another $400.
“For the best night of my life,” I explain. She stills, shock on her face.
“That’s too much. I’m not worth it,” she whispers, clutching a sheet to her chest.
“You are. You’re worth everything.” Tears fill her eyes, and she swallows hard.
“Thank you so much. You have no idea how much that money’s going to help me. Just… thank you.” With that final word, she signs off, and I’m left with an uneasy sensation in my gut at how badly she needs the money.
My heart thumps hard. The draw I feel toward her is inexplicable, and yet sweet and spicy raspberries niggle at the back of my mind.
Is it possible to feel so much for more than one omega?
Does that scent even belong to someone? After all, it was barely a wisp—just a tiny tinge that caught my attention.
It could be anything. A perfume, a bakery item, even a freaking sorbet.
All I know is that it needs to be figured out soon.
What a pucking problem…