Chapter 222: Good Boy
The moment Martin logged out, his phone started vibrating across the bed. Katherine was calling.
He stared at her name for half a second before answering. Her face filled the screen, framed by long crimson hair that curled over one shoulder. She wore a loose black robe, and the neckline sat low enough to pull his gaze downward before he caught himself.
"Headphones," she said.
Martin blinked. "What?"
"Put them on, sit back, and give me your full attention. You promised to learn more about me."
"I don’t remember promising that."
"You logged out when I told you to. That counts."
Martin snorted, but he put on his headphones and leaned back against the wall behind his bed.
"Good boy."
The praise went straight between his legs. Martin tried not to react, but Katherine caught the slight tension in his face immediately.
"Oh?" She rested her cheek against one hand and studied him through the camera. "I told Alex you would like that, but even I didn’t expect it to work so quickly."
"Can we just start?"
"We already did."
Her screen changed, revealing her verified social media account. Martin had expected her to have a huge following, but the number was so ridiculous that he counted the digits twice.
"Tens of millions?" he muttered.
"That’s only my personal account."
She scrolled through photographs from premieres, magazine covers, charity events, and carefully chosen glimpses of her private life. One red-carpet post had more reactions than Martin could properly process. Another showed Katherine drinking coffee while reading a script, yet entire fan pages had spent hours discussing her robe, lipstick, and even the mug in her hand.
A movie poster appeared next.
Now that he knew who Katherine was, Martin recognized it. He had walked past that same face on billboards, buses, and store displays without ever bothering to learn the actress’s name.
He understood from everyone’s reaction earlier that Katherine was famous. He just hadn’t understood what famous meant in her case.
Then she opened a fan compilation.
[MOMMY KATHERINE OWNING EVERY ROOM FOR TEN MINUTES]
"You’re seriously showing me this yourself?" Martin asked.
"Of course. It saves time."
The first clip showed Katherine entering an interview in a fitted red dress. The host had been speaking to someone else, but every camera turned toward her the moment she appeared. Katherine greeted the room, crossed her legs, and somehow took control of the conversation without ever raising her voice.
Comments raced beneath the video.
[Mommy has arrived.]
[I would confess every crime I’ve ever committed if she looked at me that way.]
[She doesn’t enter rooms. Rooms become hers.]
Martin laughed under his breath, but the next clip shut him up.
It came from one of Katherine’s movies. She stood over a kneeling man, lifted his chin with two fingers, and delivered a quiet line that sent the people in the reaction video into hysterics.
Martin knew that look. She had worn almost the same expression while holding his chin in the game, and the memory went straight to his dick.
Katherine paused the video. "Something wrong?"
"No."
"Martin."
Her voice dropped lower, warm and patient.
He swallowed. "You looked at me like that earlier."
"I know."
She said it so casually that his pulse jumped anyway.
The compilation continued, but Martin barely watched the scenes after that. He focused on the comments instead. Thousands of strangers called her Mommy, begged for her attention, and described everything they would let her do to them.
They all wanted something from her.
Meanwhile, Katherine sat alone in her room, wearing a loose robe and watching him through a private call.
Everyone else got Mommy Katherine.
He got his mommy.
The thought was shameless, but Martin liked it enough to shift against the bed.
Katherine noticed. "What are you thinking about?"
"Nothing."
"Liar."
The shared screen disappeared, and her face filled the call again. She leaned closer and rested her arms in front of her, pulling the robe open a little farther across her chest.
"Millions of people have watched those clips," she said. "Some of them have followed my career for years. They know every character I’ve played, every dress I wore to a premiere, and every harmless answer I’ve given during an interview."
Her fingers ran along the edge of the robe, and Martin’s gaze followed them.
"But they don’t know me."
Katherine slowly loosened the belt around her waist, though she kept the robe closed.
"They get the actress," she continued. "They get edited clips, approved photographs, and whatever version of me fits the role."
"And what do I get?" Martin asked.
Her expression softened. "You get the woman who spent half the evening pouting because you didn’t recognize her."
Martin laughed. "You were really that upset?"
"I was devastated. My career nearly ended on the spot."
"Sure."
"You also get the woman who wants to spoil you, praise you when you earn it, and tell you when you’re being foolish." She tilted her head. "Does that sound appealing?"
Martin should have made a joke, but the answer came out honestly.
"Yeah."
"Yeah, what?"
His pulse picked up again. Katherine didn’t rush him. She simply waited, already knowing that he would give her what she wanted.
"Yeah, Mommy."
Her lips parted slightly.
Katherine had spent years controlling every smile, stare, and change in her voice, yet Martin still caught the brief surprise in her eyes. She recovered almost immediately, but the pleased smile that followed looked more personal than anything in the compilation.
"There you are," she murmured. "My good boy."
Martin shifted, trying to ease the pressure in his pants without making it obvious. The satisfied look on Katherine’s face told him he had failed.
She glanced toward something off-screen. "I think you’ve learned enough for tonight."
"That’s it?"
The question slipped out before he could stop it.
"Already asking for more?" Katherine asked, clearly pleased with herself.
Before Martin could answer, the call ended.
He stared at the empty screen until a message appeared.
[Katherine: Everyone else gets Mommy Katherine.]
Another followed a second later.
[Katherine: You should get something more personal.]
The typing icon appeared, vanished, then returned. Martin watched it without moving until a private photograph finally loaded.
Katherine was reclining against her pillows with the phone raised above her. She had pulled one side of her robe completely open, leaving her breast bare for him. It rested heavily against her chest, full and soft, with her pink nipple clearly visible. The other half of the robe still covered her, though the fabric had slipped low enough to reveal the deep curve between her breasts.
Martin’s cock hardened so quickly that his pants became uncomfortable.
There was nothing subtle about the picture. Katherine had chosen the angle, opened the robe, and posed with one arm beneath her head so that her chest pushed forward. She had not accidentally shown too much. She had decided exactly how much of herself Martin was allowed to see.
His gaze stayed fixed on her naked breast. The nipple was already firm, standing out against the soft pink skin around it, and the thought that she had taken the picture specifically for him sent another rush of heat through his body.
Her face remained visible in the upper corner. Katherine’s orange eyes were half-lidded, and her lips curved into the same calm, knowing smile she had worn while making him call her Mommy.
A message appeared beneath the photograph.
[Katherine: Everyone else gets to fantasize about Mommy Katherine.]
Another followed before Martin could respond.
[Katherine: You get to see her naked.]
Martin swallowed, but his mouth had gone dry.
[Katherine: Look as long as you need, my good boy.]
Her final message arrived a moment later.
[Katherine: This breast is only for Martin tonight. Keep Mommy’s secret.]
Martin stared at her exposed nipple until the screen dimmed. His cock strained painfully against his pants, but he made no effort to adjust himself.
He tapped the screen awake and looked again.