Page 100 of Ondine: Vol. 2

“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 thebench 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.

30

Matchbox

Sebastian

Ondine’s heat is almost here. We’ve been living together for a few weeks and despite the house feeling like a matchbox in size, it’s been great. Freddie and Arnie bunk up in one room (along with Killer), and Ondine rotates which bed she sleeps in. No one is left out, not even Shadow. The house feels a bit crowded, but it just means we all get a chance to be nearer to her.

She’s getting more and more possessive over me. And I don’t mind at all. Freddie gets awfully close to me though. And I’m not sure if it’s just to rile up Ondine or because he is truly into me.

He’s harmless though.

But we will see what happens during Ondine’s heat.

We all know it’s coming because her scent is absolutely pure.

Jake is on the phone with someone even though it’s barely 7:00 am. I’m up preparing a big breakfast. I want Ondine to getone good meal in before her heat. She is currently sleeping with the beta.

Freddie sits at the counter eating grapes and staring at me with unsettling wistful eyes.

Shadow trails Jake, and I think they were in the same bed last night.

I put some bowls and things in the sink. The sound of someone inhaling deep through their nose pushes me out of my thoughts. It’s Freddie, right near my neck.

“Good god Freddie, do you have any boundaries?”

“Not with you,” he purrs.

“Ondine is going to kill you,” Shadow sing-songs.

Freddie rolls his eyes, but still backs away.

Jake gets off the phone and turns to us. “That’s the contractor. Expanding this place is going to be a nightmare. We can’t get it all done between heats. But I can’t see it working out to have builders here, or a half finished house, during Ondine’s heat. Arnold told me her heat may be up to five days now that she’s off most of those meds.”

Yeah, we need more space that’s for sure. Even Killer has been spending most of her time outside. Freddie seems to love it, but Shadow and I are used to some alone time. This has been a fine space these last five years with the three of us. Six is a big change.

“Five days?” Shadow asks.

“Yeah, so we need to have a system. A plan. Supplies.”

I have to ask, “What is our plan?”