Page 44 of Ondine: Vol. 2

Emmerson knocks on the door and I go retrieve the glass of chocolate milk he’s brought up. I thank him and tell him he can go, holding the door so he can’t see into the room.

I bring the glass to her.

“Drink.”

“What? Why?”

“When was the last time you ate? This morning at breakfast? Drink this.”

She studies me warily, but then drinks it.

I take my clothes off except for my boxers, grab my cords, and then climb into bed.

“Are you ready for your punishment?”

“Punishment? What are my crimes?”

I take the empty glass from her and set it on the nightstand.

“Let’s see. Maybe that you found a way out of my contract? That you got sick and scared the fuck out of me? Should we talkabout how you were surrounded by security agents and still got yourself kidnapped?”

She scoffs at me. I pull her leg and turn her so I can slap her ass. Hard.

I rub her gently as the sting wears off. Then I take the rope and throw it over my head so it’s around my waist. I pull her up and turn her around so her back is to my front. I throw the rope around the two of us, around and around, until the two ends are in front of us. The cords trap her clothes to her skin, but I’m bare. I don’t know how she is with ropes and I don’t want to hurt her, so her clothes stay on for now.

“What about catching me in the bathroom earlier?”

I pause.

“What?”

“Are you mad for what…”

“No, Ondine. You want to fuck guys with small dicks in public bathrooms, I’ll have them line up on the sidewalk for you.”

I direct us both down, laying on our sides. Her ankles are tied together, and our middles are wrapped up tight.

She laughs lightly. “He has a bigger dick than anyone. The biggest I’ve had.”

I grip her hair and pull her head back.

“You naughty girl. You want to make a cuck out of me?”

She doesn’t know what that means. And I don’t want to explain it. I’m not going to sit here and pretend I like being told a beta has a bigger cock than me.

But she just smiles and I smile back.

“Grab these two ends.”

She grabs the ends, but just holds them still.

“The way this works, if you want us closer, you pull. Try it.”

She crosses the ends and pulls, it yanks our bodies together tightly.

“You can loosen us too, but you can’t untie us. Try loosening us.” She lets the rope slide through her palms, the cords loosen and I pull away from her slightly.

“You tied us together?”