Chapter 18 Sai
Sai
The green lace set is gorgeous on him. It has two delicate pieces of fabric running down each side of his stomach, linking the bralette to the high-cut panties and framing his body like a gift I am not allowed to unwrap yet.
Mavi places a small matching green lace piece around his neck, then picks up the lipstick.
He applies it to his lips and deliberately drags his hand across them, smearing the color in a messy streak that makes him look used and beautiful at the same time.
I have never seen this side of Mavi before.
He looks like a whole beautiful wreck. His panties are already soaked through from when I pleasured him earlier, the dark wet patch clinging to the lace and outlining the shape of his cock.
His hair is tousled, his chest still flushed, and his eyes hold that confident, commanding spark that always makes my pulse stutter.
Mavi sets up the camera, not with the usual bright ring light but with something softer and warmer that bathes the room in low, sensual glow, perfect for the mood he is creating. He adjusts the angle once, twice, then seems satisfied.
I stay seated where he left me, hands resting on my thighs, collar snug around my throat. My cock is still hard and leaking from watching him, but I don’t touch myself. I wait. I’ll always wait for him now.
Mavi turns toward the camera and grins, that devastating smile that reaches his eyes and makes my chest tight.
“I’ve had a night, Alpha,” he says, voice warm and teasing as he speaks directly to the lens. “A dirty, fun night. But man, I need more.”
He reaches to the side and pulls out the knotted silicone dildo he always uses on live.
The toy catches the light as he holds it up, showing the thick shaft and the swollen knot at the base.
My mouth goes dry. I know exactly how that toy looks when it stretches him open.
I have watched it countless times through the window and on the screen, but seeing it now, in person, while he wears the afterglow of my touch, feels different. It feels intimate and filthy and mine.
Mavi leans back against the lounge cushions and spreads his legs slowly.
The soaked lace panties cling to him as he hooks his thumbs in the waistband and slides them down just enough to free his cock and expose his slick hole.
He’s already glistening, puffy and wet from earlier, and the sight makes my cock throb painfully.
He presses the tip of the dildo against his entrance and circles it teasingly, coating it with his slick.
“Look at this pretty hole,” he murmurs to the camera, voice dropping into that low register that destroys me every time.
“It’s still open from my Alpha’s tongue.
He ate me so good, didn’t he? Licked me deep until I came all over his face. ”
He pushes the toy inside slowly, inch by inch, and a soft moan falls from his smeared lips. The stretch is visible, his rim hugging the silicone as he works it deeper. When the knot bumps against his entrance he rocks his hips, teasing himself with the pressure.
“Fuck, it feels good,” he breathes, eyes half-lidded as he starts to thrust the toy in and out. Wet sounds fill the room with every stroke. “But it’s not enough. I need something thicker. Hotter. I need a real knot swelling inside me, locking me full while I ride it.”
His free hand wraps around his own cock and strokes in time with the toy. Pre-cum beads at the tip and drips down his fingers. He looks straight into the camera again, lips parted and voice husky.
“Don’t you want to touch yourself, Alpha? I know you’re watching. I know you’re hard right now, leaking just like me. Wrap your hand around that thick cock and stroke it for me. Slow at first. Just like this.”
He demonstrates, slowing the thrust of the toy and tightening his grip on his cock until a needy whimper escapes him.
“Imagine it’s me riding you instead,” he continues, voice growing breathier as he picks up speed again.
“Imagine my tight, slick hole squeezing around you while I grind down on your knot. I’d keep you right on the edge, wouldn’t I?
I’d tell you when you’re allowed to come.
You’d be such a good boy for me, holding it until I say. ”
Mavi’s hips roll faster. The toy disappears deeper inside him with every thrust and the wet, obscene sounds grow louder. His chest heaves, the smeared lipstick making his mouth look even more wrecked. I can’t look away. My own cock aches, trapped in my pants.
“Tell me how bad you want it,” he teases the camera, eyes dark and glittering. “Tell me you’d let me use you however I want. That you’d kneel and take my cock down your throat while I fuck myself on this toy. That you’d beg to fill me up with your cum until it leaks out around your knot.”
His words paint vivid pictures in my mind as my breath comes faster. I can feel the anklet and the collar grounding me, reminding me I belong to him even when he is performing for strangers. The contrast makes everything hotter.
Mavi moans louder, the toy moving faster now as he chases his pleasure. “Come on, Alpha. Stroke yourself. Get close for me. But don’t you dare come until I say. Not until I’m riding a real cock and you’re locked inside me where you belong.”
He looks so beautiful like this, confident, filthy, completely in control, and I crave every second of it. I crave more. I crave him telling me exactly what to do while he falls apart on camera and then coming home to fall apart on me.
I stay perfectly still, heart pounding, waiting for the next word from his lips.
The moment Mavi tells me I can touch, I eagerly pull myself out of my pants.
My cock springs free, the head flushed dark and slick with pre-cum.
I wrap my hand around the thick length and start stroking slowly from base to tip while I watch him on the couch.
I imagine that moment of being inside him rather than the silicone toy he is using.
I picture the tight, wet heat of his hole stretching around my cock instead of the toy, thinking about how his walls would clench and flutter, how his slick would coat me completely, and how his body would rock down to take every inch until my knot pressed right against his rim.
The fantasy is so vivid that my hand speeds up without permission.
I squeeze the base of my cock to hold back the rush, but my hips still twitch forward into my fist.
Mavi says “wait” suddenly, and even though he is still talking to the camera I know the command is for me. I freeze instantly, hand still wrapped around my throbbing cock, thighs trembling with the effort of holding back.
He keeps speaking to the camera for a few more seconds, his voice breathy and teasing, then he reaches over and shuts off the recording. The room goes quieter, but the tension between us only grows thicker.
Mavi stalks closer, eyes dark and hungry. He drops down into my lap without warning, straddling me so my aching cock slides right between his slick cheeks. He reaches back, lines me up with his dripping hole, and sinks down in one smooth motion.
I groan into my fist as he takes me to the hilt. His walls clench tight and hot around my cock, still fluttering from the toy and from his earlier orgasms. He is so wet that I slide in easily, but the stretch is perfect and the pressure around my knot is almost too much.
“I couldn’t have you finishing anywhere else,” he whispers against my mouth, voice rough with need. “Your cum belongs inside me, pet. Only inside me.”
Mavi starts bouncing on me slowly at first, rolling his hips in a smooth rhythm that takes my cock deeper with every downward stroke.
The wet heat of his hole grips me tight, slick coating my shaft and dripping down to soak my balls.
His walls flutter around me as he rides, the green lace panties pushed to the side so I can watch every inch of my thick cock disappearing inside him.
His rim stretches around my length, shiny with his slick, and every time he sinks down the pressure against my knot makes my breath catch.
Mavi’s head falls back and moans, the sound raw and needy.
He picks up speed, bouncing harder, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room.
His cock bounces against his stomach, leaving shiny streaks of pre-cum on the green lace.
I can feel my knot swelling, catching at his rim on every downstroke, begging to lock inside him.
“Touch?” I manage to ask, voice rough and desperate.
“Yeah, baby,” Mavi breathes, eyes dark with lust. “You can.”
My hands move instantly. I grip his hips tight and pull him down harder onto my cock.
I slide one hand up his back and hold him close while the other drags his leaking cock out of the lace and strokes him in time with his bounces.
Mavi groans and leans into me, his chest pressing against mine.
I kiss his cheek, then his neck, then his shoulders, tasting the salt of his skin and the faint sweetness of his scent.
“So gorgeous,” I whisper against his throat, thrusting up to meet him. “So beautiful like this, Doll. Taking me so deep. You feel so good around me.”
Mavi moans louder and rides me faster, his hole clenching tight every time my knot bumps his rim.
I keep stroking his cock, thumb rubbing over the slick head while I kiss and bite gently at his neck.
My knot swells bigger, stretching him wider, and I can feel the moment it finally takes.
It pops inside him with a wet sound and locks us together.
I hold him tight against me, arms wrapped around his waist while we both groan through the intense pressure.
My cock throbs deep inside him and thick ropes of cum start to spill, filling him until I can feel it leaking out around my knot.
Mavi’s own cock pulses in my hand and he comes across my stomach in hot streaks, his hole milking my knot with every wave of his orgasm.
We stay locked together, breathing hard, Mavi leaning against my chest, his body warm and pliant. His fingers caress my face gently, tracing my jaw and my lips while we both come down from the high.
“Why do you call me Doll?” he asks softly, still stroking my cheek.
My hands keep moving over him, running my fingers along his face and lips, touching him because I need the contact. “Because you’re perfect,” I finally say. “You’re beautiful and you shine and I want to keep you safe. Like something precious I can hold but never break.”
Mavi’s eyes soften. He leans in and kisses me, his hole still fluttering around my knot. “How long have you been watching me?” he whispers against my mouth.
I keep touching him, fingers tracing the curve of his cheek and the smear of lipstick on his lips.
The truth feels heavy but right in this moment.
“Forever,” I say quietly. “It feels like forever since I’ve watched you.
You are the only thing that calms the chaos in my head.
When everything gets too loud and too many choices pile up, I look at you and the noise stops. You make it quiet.”
Mavi smiles against my lips. “I think I like the idea of being your Doll.”
I kiss him again, slower this time, savoring the taste of him. “I really like being your pet.”