Page 39 of Ondine: Vol. 2

“Watched? By who?”

She smiles. “Strangers. I don’t know. Men, I know. Older men.”

It is taking everything in me not to react. I quickly do the math. I’m nine years older than her. Is that old enough?

“Would you be ok with being watched here?” I swear I’m not usually this affected by the interviews. Ever. It’s blowing a hole into my entire belief that I’m good at my job.

“Don’t you have cameras in the room?”

“Yes, they only show heat signatures. I only watch them to ensure things are safe. But would you want me to watch them at length?”

She’s breathing deep through her mouth, staring at me. She’s considering it. What the fuck is happening?

“If that’s a service you provide.”

Oh my god. Did I just get her permission to watch her during her heat?

“I will arrange whatever you need. That’s my job.”

Am I going to hell?

I’ve never watched through the cameras as part of a sexual exchange with an omega. I am strictly here for caring and managing.

She twists her hands around her bag in her lap.

“I also have fantasies of getting pregnant. I’ve had them for a long time. My boyfriend always wore condoms, but I wanted him to go bare. I think it’s a fluid thing. Or a marking thing. A claim. Having someone love you so much they want to get you pregnant? Any chance they have. That’s what I think about.” She clears her throat. “I know alphas can’t really wear condoms, so maybe that’s where that comes from. Your alphas here all have birth control shots.”

Yes, but I don’t.

“That’s right. But I’m sure your fantasy can be accommodated. You can pretend that your partner isn’t on birth control. I can make sure they even tell you they are unprotected, if that would help.”

“Yeah, maybe. I also want to be knotted in my mouth. Can your alphas do that?”

Imagining tears running down her face while she’s attached to a cock is going to kill me. I’m glad this desk is covering my crotch otherwise she’d see how hard I am.

“No, that’s not something we provide. They will come in your mouth, but knotting a mouth is not permitted. What else?”

She’s feeling more comfortable. “I want to be shared. Two cocks. Maybe three. I want to be held in place and used.” Fucking hell I have to put a stop to this. “While someone watches. I like to be praised, but maybe I’d like to try being told other things.”

She wants to be called naughty.

My mouth is dry and I’m struggling to breathe.

“I also don’t like when men try to get me off while we are fucking. The angle is never right. And I would prefer to do it. I hate when they see me trying to rub my clit and then lay their body on me so I can’t do it anymore. Do they do that on purpose? Is it weird I like to get off while they fuck me?”

She’s now no longer twisting up the bag, instead her fingers drum patterns on her legs. Like piano keys.

“You like to rub your own clit while you’ve got a cock inside of you?”

Pink appears on the tips of her ears.

“Yes, that’s what I’m saying. Sorry I didn’t make it clear.”

“Don’t apologize. You’re doing really well.”

She does love being praised.

What I wouldn’t give to be able to fuck her right here, right now. I’d push her up against the door. Throw her bag across the room. Absolutely demolish her ass. God, I need to clear my head. She doesn’t need me thinking this.