No judgment since I’m here too. But still…
“You can call me Red. It’s my favorite color.” I touch my mask, knowing it represents the flames of the Phoenix.
“Mine is light blue,” he shares, “like the color of ice before you skate on it. I like knowing something about you that others don’t. Would you tell me more?”
I’m not sure what to tell him and what to keep to myself, so I go for something simple.
“Would you believe me if I told you this is my first time in a private room? And that I don’t know what I’m supposed to do?” Although it’s a small admission, I still feel vulnerable. Sitting here with one person, my tits on display and my pussy begging to continue what I started earlier, I’m not sure what the social niceties of a private room entail.
Does he tell me what he wants to see? How much should I show him?
“Well, I’m a private room virgin as well, so I guess we’ll have to figure it all out together.” Licking my lips, I raise my hands to my breasts, teasing my nipples until they’re hard peaks.
“Why don’t you tell me what you want me to do, then?” I suggest, my skin heating with lust.
Here we go…
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 youneed,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.
