Page 34 of Ondine, Vol. 2 (Cash City Omegaverse)

Photography

Arnold

I ’m taking Ondine’s photograph in our piano room.

It’s for the posters for her performance.

Sebastian is watching from the hallway, and thinks we don’t notice.

But I always notice when he’s around only because of the changes in Ondine.

I’ve never seen her particularly jealous or possessive, but when he is around, she’s all animal.

She first checks him out head to toe, making sure he’s ok, I think.

Then she looks around to see if anyone is looking at him or near him.

She gets this cute little frown if there is someone with him.

“Hey, look over here, honey,” I remind her and she loses her little stern face.

I guess there was someone around. Probably Freddie. He likes this side of her and tries to bring it out as often as possible.

She looks beautiful.

She’s wearing a black gown. Her hair is sleek and perfectly coiffed with a ribbon tied in it. She has red lipstick on. Which gives me the dirtiest of ideas.

The performance will be in a month. Exactly between heats.

Jake is already selling seats even without the promotional materials yet.

His goal is to sell out the Wong Music Hall, something the symphony orchestra only does during the holidays.

He also made two passing comments about it being the Meier Music Hall by the time he’s done with it.

I fix a stray hair on Ondine’s forehead and then back up for another shot. I glance behind me and the alphas have gone.

Jake has hired me on as a surveillance officer.

I started with this house and property. I honestly had never done anything like it before, but it was kind of fun.

And now that I have unfettered access to everything that goes on here, all the better.

Instead of the heat-signature cameras at the Heat Clinic, I have HD quality video and sound everywhere.

Everywhere. I’ve seen both times Ondine was fingered on the couch by Freddie while they were “watching a movie”, the time Jake chased her up the stairs and caught her mid-rise to fuck her right then and there, and last night when she sucked Sebastian off out on the little dock on the river.

Sebastian was very nervous about being heard or seen.

Jake and Shadow fuck nearly daily in one of their rooms. But I don’t have that recorded nor have I watched. The cameras are in the rooms, but nothing is recording and nothing is being saved. Unless I want it to.

Ondine stretches her arms up, arching her back and then sighs. “You’ve only taken like two shots and we’ve been here an hour.”

I tsk. “You cannot rush art.”

She sighs and changes positions.

“Is that why you only took three photos even though I had so many more heats with you?”

I drop my camera. It snags on my neck with the strap, preventing it from breaking.

“What?”

“The photos? I only saw three. Were there more?”

“No,” I say with only breath. I suck on some air so I don’t pass out. “Ondine, I can explain…”

“It’s ok. I’ve sent the pack some photos. Nothing like that, but it’s fine.”

“Where did you…?”

“Jake is going to bite me during my heat, so he let me have access to the pack cloud storage. I got to see all their files. Financials. And he gave me the code to the safe. I found the pictures.”

This has been a constant worry for me. I don’t even know how to handle this. Jake let her see?

“Ondine, I don’t know what came over me when I took those photos.”

“Did you take photos of other omegas, or just me?”

“Just you. I’m so sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

I fall on my knees and crawl up to her sitting on the piano bench. She puts her hands on my face and looks me in the eyes.

“Cause I took them without you knowing. Before we knew each other like this.”

“What’re you talking about?”

“I took them at the Heat Clinic.”

“I know. We talked about it. More than once. I told you I wanted you to take my photo. Those are the photos you took, right? I saw the first time you did it. You stood over me after my first heat. I was too shy to ask you how it turned out.” She smiles at me.

“It was a lot like this. You standing there forever until finally taking a single photo.”

I turn and kiss the palm of her hand.

“Ondine, Jake was holding those photos as blackmail. He said he’d show them to you if I didn’t bond with them. He said you’d never look at me the same. I thought you’d be appalled.”

She stares at me for a while. Processing it. I knew Jake might be full of shit, but I was scared anyway. It was a shitty thing I did—not checking in with her that it was what she wanted. I got it in my head if she ever found out that would be the end of us.

After a long pause, she says, “Looks like we are both freaks.” Then she gets a dark look about her.

She pushes herself up a bit, reaches behind her and I hear a zipper open at her back.

She puts her hands on the piano bench and arches her back.

The top of her black gown slides off, exposing her breasts to me.

Her perfect breasts. The ones I dream about every night.

“Maybe we should add some more photos to the cloud for everyone to enjoy. Prove to Jake you didn’t do anything I wouldn’t have wanted. How do you want me?”

I stand up in front of her and stare down at the art of her. She’s a beautiful woman. I cannot wait to watch her thrive under my care. Look at her now, so confident and relaxed. She’s never looked more happy.

“Put your elbows up on the piano keys and arch your back,” I tell her and she’s quick to obey. I prop her feet up and move the skirt of her gown so her leg is exposed all the way to her hip.

“Ondine? Darling?” I say with an eyebrow raised.

“Yes, my love?”

“You’re not wearing any underwear.”

She gives a little cute frown, as if to say oh well . I move the skirt even more. The photo could do well with some more exposure from the model. Her pink cunt peeks out perfectly.

I back away and she does her best to remain still as I line up the shot. I take my time. Her chest rising and falling more and more dramatically is a sign she’s turned on. But I want the shot first. So she’s going to have to wait like a good girl.

The lighting in this room is perfect for this. The filtered sunlight caresses her body evenly, letting the camera see everything all at once.

I click the shutter.

This may be the best photograph I’ve even taken.

“Don’t move.”

I set my camera down and come to stand over her.

She’s stunning. I reach down and pinch her pert nipple.

Her head falls back onto the piano. I tease her other nipple and then lean down to kiss her exposed neck.

While she’s getting her nipple played with and her neck sucked, I surprise her by gliding my finger over her pussy.

She reacts gorgeously to my ministrations.

Her pussy is so wet. I rake my knuckles over her lips, and she moans.

Her elbows hit some more piano keys, letting out a little trill.

I’m going to make her come like this.

I lean more into her, wrapping my arm around her back so she can comfortably give into me.

I get my mouth around her breast and suck on her nipple.

It’s so fucking delicious. Then as she cries out from that, I push two fingers inside her tight pussy.

My palm rests on her clit and I push and grind down.

And then it’s just me and her for as long as I want.

I have her in my arms. I am the reason for all her noises and heavy breathing and cries of pleasure.

I play her body like she’s my instrument. I bring her closer and closer to her climax and then pull away, slow my hand down. She is frustrated but too in lust to stop me. I bring her back up to closure again, and right when she thinks she’ll get her climax, I slow down again, changing my rhythm.

“No,” she pitifully cries so quietly.

I lick and suck at her neck and bring her back a third time. This time I won’t deny her.

I speed up my fingers, put even more pressure to her clit, and finally her body seizes in my arms.

“Oh my god, Arnie,” she whispers to me. I slowly pull out of her, kissing her cheeks, cleaning away her tears tracking down her face.

“Beautiful. So beautiful.”

I watch her face. I love seeing her after like this. She’s most beautiful after she comes.

She hasn’t even caught her breath before she asks, “Do I get your cock next?”

“Of course, it’s yours any time. Any place.”

We switch places so I’m sitting on the piano bench and my back is to the keys. She’s in my lap, her hands pressed into the piano behind me.

“Ride me. Take your pleasure,” I tell her.

And I know someone is watching us from the hallway because her eyes are fixed there.

Her skirt floods around our legs, and cover her as she inches down my erect cock.

The stretch and the pressure are out of this world.

I have to push down on her to make her fit.

Her breasts are still exposed, and I want them in my mouth again.

I take turns with each one. Before she’s even fully seated, Ondine bounces on my dick until she makes herself come.

She pouts at me. “Are you not turned on? You don’t want to come?”

It’s everything in me to hold back. I don’t want to ruin the dress for her. But her pouting says everything. She doesn’t care about the dress. I grip her hips and hold her still as I fuck her from underneath, this time sheathing her all the way to the hilt. Her tits bouncing in my face.

Her nails scratch my scalp through my hair, and it’s all I need before I’m fucking coming in her tight pussy. Stunning. Gorgeous. Perfect, Ondine.

I can’t stop staring at all the parts of her.

“I need another photo,” I say hoarsely. She nods and I stand on shaky legs to move her where I want her.

I set her down on the bench and she leans forward on the piano.

I find my camera and when I turn around she looks heavenly.

Her back exposed, my finger prints on her ribs.

Her hair is messy. Her breasts pressed into the piano.

I take the shot with the window behind her.

I’ve never seen anything like her. And never will.