Page 99 of Ondine: Vol. 2

“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 sayoh 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?”