Page 43 of Ondine: Vol. 2

“I told him to come to the Meier house to find me. Would you let him come see me?”

I look at her confused. She doesn’t know Arnold is mine. This will be fun.

“Whatever you want. But he might find you tied to my bed.”

Her head whips to me.

“What?”

“I told you that if you tried to leave me, I’d tie you to my bed for a week.”

She can’t hide from me. I can smell her arousal.

“You can’t do that. I’m Freddie’s.”

“Try again, baby. He left you with me. And even still, I can call him right now and see what he thinks. But what he thinks doesn’t really matter, does it? I heard about the wilding bond. You’re in charge, baby. So tell me, do you want me to tie you to my bed?”

She squirms in her seat.

“I can’t be in your bed for a week.”

“You better be a good girl then, so I’ll let you go tomorrow.” She whimpers and I nearly crash the car in my own garage. I throw it into park, rip off my seatbelt, undo her belt and pull her across the seat. I kick the door open and pull her up and out with me.

I love throwing this woman around.

She wraps her legs and arms around me and squeaks.

I don’t even know if I shut the front door. I carry her through the house to my bedroom. Where she fucking belongs. I throw her on the bed and she bounces nearly right off of it.

“Now I have you right where I want you. And I’m not holding back, baby. Tell me, has anyone punished you before?”

I move about the room getting my supplies and clearing up my mess from earlier when I crashed for a four hour nap. I text Emmerson, who’s nearby.

“No.”

“No, what?”

I look at her, telling her what I want with only my expression.

She says, “No, Alpha.”

I look up at the ceiling and exhale.

“You’ve always been a good girl.”

“Always.”

I close the curtains and fill a glass with water and set it on the nightstand.

I grab her ankles and pull her to the edge of the bed.

“There are no safe words.”

Her nose crinkles in confusion. So I clarify, “You want to change something, use your big girl words and tell me. Do you understand? A safe word is there if you want to play around with the word ‘no’, but if you tell me no, I’ll listen. Stop. No. Don’t. Slower. I’ll listen.”

I truly fucking hate safe words. Red or watermelon or buttercup are stupid as hell when you are horny. And I don’t get off with my partner telling me to stop. Plus, Ondine needs better training on expressing her needs during sex. What better way than to make her be honest and clear?

I’ve got a rope already tied to her ankles. She sinks back into the mattress, ready to let me fuck her up.