Chapter 3

Iris

My fingers froze. I stared at the private message, stunned. DevotedDom wanted a one-on-one video call?

My heart raced faster, a mix of nerves and forbidden excitement curling low in my belly.

The chat continued scrolling with demands for more, but my focus narrowed to that single message.

He was my highest patron, the one who spent more than all the others combined. He had been present ever since I started livestreaming and practically monopolized my streams with his massive tips. As the highest patron, he was the only one entitled to private chats, yet we only exchanged flirty texts and dirty talk. Knowing that he wasn't a sleazy old man made me comforted but the mystery remained. I had heard his voice a few times in short voice messages, deep and commanding, but I had never seen him. That made his request feel even more dangerous.

Should I accept? It broke every rule I had set for myself. Yet the mystery of it, the pull of the man who had been my biggest supporter, made my skin tingle with dangerous curiosity.

I bit my lip behind the mask, fingers hovering over the reply button as fresh heat pooled between my legs.

Why now? Why a video call when we had kept everything safely anonymous?

And… What if I said yes?

Before I could overthink it, another notification popped up and my breath caught.

‘DevotedDom Deposited $10,000 into your account.’

The number made my head spin and my thighs press together instinctively. It was more money than I made in several good months. He wasn’t asking. He was demanding in the only language that mattered here.

How could I refuse?

Halting my ministrations, I leaned towards the screen camera. The screen displayed complaints and confusion over why I stopped. I gave a teasing, apologetic smile.

“Something came up tonight, babies. I'm sorry to cut our adventures short but your Muse has to go. Dream about me.”

Blowing a final kiss to the camera, I ended the Livestream. The screen darkened and I sat in the dim glow, heart hammering. My fingers shook slightly as I typed in my response.

'Yes’

A few seconds later, a private video call request emerged on my screen. Bracing myself, I accepted it and the screen connected, revealing the other side.

“Holy fuck.” I whispered as his body came into view.

I didn't know what to expect, but this?

His lights were dim, a soft orange glow, only highlighting the visible parts. The camera was angled perfectly to hide his face. Instead, it showed a powerful, well-built torso. Sharp abs carved like stone, a trail of dark hair disappearing into low-slung grey sweatpants.

And through them the outline of his cock was already visible. Long, thick and heavy even through the sweatpants.

It was overwhelming. Raw masculinity filled my small screen. Heat flooded my body gathering toward my pussy. I squeezed my thighs shut and barely held back a moan.

“Like what you see?”

My breath hitched. His voice was low, smooth, and teasing, with the faintest trace of something exotic. Russian, maybe? It slid over my skin like warm velvet.

“I’ve waited long enough to see you like this, little Muse.”

I swallowed hard, suddenly too aware of how exposed I felt even with my mask still on.

“You… you never asked for a private call before.” I whispered.

“I’m asking now.” There was a quiet command in his tone that made my nipples tighten. “Take that pretty bra off for me. I want to see your pretty tits.”

My pulse raced. I had rules when it came to livestreaming. There was a pattern. Always starting with teasing before any clothing gets taken off. It was a gradual system I'd built to keep engagement going, never letting anyone lose interest.

But his voice, that rich, confident timbre, combined with the sight of his sculpted body and the heavy weight of his cock now visibly hardening under the fabric, made me weak. Slowly, I reached up and pulled the lace bra away to reveal my perky breasts. I gasped as the cold air collided with my breasts, my nipples sensitive.

A gasp made me look back. His arms looked strained, veins visible against the light. His other hand grasped his cock through the sweatpants. I traced the grip upwards, spotting a tattoo. A make, carved around his elbows, making them look even bigger,

Dear God.

“Like what you see?” I threw his question back at him, voice shaky. A low groan came through the speaker.

“Beautiful,” he murmured. “Better than every other time. This is for me alone. Mine”

I licked my lips, arousal pooling hot between my legs.

“Your turn. I want to see more.” I said.

He chuckled softly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. He shifted slightly, pushing his sweatpants lower. His cock sprang free, thick, long, and already leaking at the tip. My mouth went dry.

It was perfect. Veined and heavy, curving slightly upward. Wetness pooled at the tip, glossy and slick, tempting to taste.

I couldn’t stop staring.

“Touch yourself for me darling,” he ordered gently. “Let me watch you get wet.”

I obeyed without thinking. Leaning back against my pillows, I spread my legs for the camera and slid my hand into my panties. I was already soaked. My fingers circled my clit slowly as I watched him wrap a large hand around his shaft and stroke once, twice.

“Fuck,” I whispered, eyes glued to the screen. His voice, that deep commanding tone, made everything more intense. “Your voice… I want to hear it more”

“Good,” he said, stroking himself faster. “I want it burned into your mind. Now moan for me, malyshka. Let me hear how pretty you sound when you’re desperate.”

Definitely Russian.

The pet name hit me like a spark. I moaned softly, fingers moving quicker over my swollen clit. On the screen, his hand worked his cock with steady, confident strokes. Precum glistened at the tip. The wet sound of skin on skin mixed with our heavy breathing filled my ears.

“Imagine it’s my cock stretching you,” he growled softly. “Filling that tight little pussy while I choke you just enough to make you dizzy. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? My good little whore taking every inch.”

His dirty words combined with that calm, controlled voice pushed me closer to the edge. I gasped, hips rocking against my hand as I slipped two fingers inside myself, thrusting in time with his strokes.

“Yes,” I breathed. “God, yes.”

“Come for me,” he commanded, voice dropping even lower. “Now. Let me see you fall apart.”

The orgasm crashed over me hard. I cried out, back arching, thighs trembling as waves of pleasure ripped through my body. On the screen, he groaned deeply, his cock pulsing as thick ropes of cum spilled over his abs and hand. The sight of him coming while watching me made my own release last longer, sweeter.

For a moment, we both breathed heavily in silence.

I ended the private call with shaky fingers, my body still buzzing. The screen went dark, but the memory of his voice and that powerful body stayed burned behind my eyes.

My phone lit up with a new text.

Caleb: Baby, stop ignoring me. I didn't see you today. Missed you.

I stared at the message, the high from my orgasm fading instantly. Remembering his sneering voice in that classroom a mix of disgust and something cold settled in my chest again.

I didn't care for his saccharine words and I wasn't going to waste any time. I typed back quickly, fingers steady.

‘We’re done, Caleb. Don’t text me again.’

I hit send, then blocked his number without waiting for a reply.

I'd made my decision on the way to the dorms hours ago. I was done with him. I couldn't even stand the idea of seeing his face or that of his friends. Unfortunately, in his bid to get close to me, most of the electives he had chosen clashed with mine, but I didn't care.

With my academic success I had honors credits accumulated over the years. Tomorrow I was ready to use them all if it meant to switch out of every single class that might overlap with his circle.

I refused to let him anywhere near me again.

Exhausted but strangely lighter, I turned off the lights and pulled the blanket over my body. Sleep came slowly, but when it did a deep, commanding voice followed me into my dreams.