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We thanked the worker, and I grabbed a fork, cutting into the large cube to take a bite. Fluffier than I expected, like way way less dense than a veritable brick of French toast looked, but yes, super sweet.

Fucking delicious.

I groaned, eyes sliding shut in bliss. “I can do that for you, you know. I have a couple regulars who are into the pay pig thing.”

“Puppy,” he corrected softly, eyes glued to my mouth as I sucked some sticky syrup off my thumb. “If you don’t mind, babygirl.”

“Of course not, Charlie,” I said softly, letting my voice take on that buttery soft quality I usually did when I was streaming. “Is my big, strong alpha going to be a good boy and pay for this for me?”

I watchedas Tara’s character bounced across the arena, her scope coming up to make another headshot.

It would’ve been a disservice to her skill to say she was anything less than absolutely on fire tonight. Her shoulders and back had to be positively aching from carrying her team match after match.

Not much of a surprise, given it was sub night. Viewers rushed her lobbies for a chance to get into her voice chat as she played. I didn’t play much, at least not while she was live. I preferred to watch—though really, I was mostly just looking at her.

She was in that criminally tight little OVWatch crop top again, no bra.

Fuck, I loved when she did that. The little balls at either side of her nipple piercings were super obvious through the thin material, and as if that wasn’t enough to keep my attention, every time she pressed a button evenslightlyharder thannormal or shook the controller with any kind of emotion, her tits bounced.

Afterdark couldn’t come fast enough.

Glitched_Attraction69: You’re playing like a beast tonight.

She smiled as she looked at the chat, eyes going wide. The little act didn’t fool me anymore, but I didn’t need it to. I loved that my little omega SLCK’d star was a bad bitch on the field and in real life.

Now, if only she’d make good on her promise...

“Thanks Glitch, always play better with the Taramites—” The hideous name she’d given her subscribers. “—on my side. It’s all for the community, gotta bring us all to victory!” She blew out a breath. “I just wish they’d match us with some stronger teams, this is boooooooo-rrrrrrrring!”

Her voice took on a different, more cheerful tone in this stream than in her Afterdark, and I couldn’t quite decide which one I liked better. Surely it was every man’s fantasy to have a woman like Tara be chronically peppy to speak to them… But there was just something about the deeper, sultry voice she put on as part of her submissive little omega routine.

Plucked all the right strings.

Glitched_Attraction69 - Can I interest you in a bet? Make things a little more interesting?

The sparkle in her eye as she read my message already told me that she was going to agree. “A bet. You know how competitive I am Glitch, name the stakes and prepare to pay the hell up.”

My fingers flew across my keyboard so quickly that I only spelled half the words right, having to go back and correct the message before I hit send.

I loved when we went back and forth like this, it was like she was streaming just for me. Well… and about a thousand otherpeople. But that didn’t matter, I’d never minded being in the cuckold chair before. I wouldn’t start worrying about it now.

I just wantedher.

Glitched_Attraction69: Get twenty kills in the next round. If you do, I'll send you five grand.

She let out a low whistle, the grin that followed self-assured and confident.

“That’s averygenerous offer, Glitchy. I’m guessing that the stakes on my side are just as high?”

Glitched_Attraction69: Fail and you belong to me. Pretty easy.

“Belong to you?” she parroted incredulously. “You think I’m only worth five grand?”

I snorted. She knew better than that.

Sure, five grand was a lot of money to Tara. But to me? It was a drop in the bucket.

Something I’d happily spend over and over again if she’d let me.

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