Page 21 of The Omega Princess

“Try…” Did he mean accepting dalliances? No, he must mean… “Try fidelity?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “I don’t think it would work. But maybe we could try to set some boundaries for ourselves. It could be hot, even. A sexy game.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Omega,” he said in a very serious voice, “if the Queen gets her way, it could be a month. A month until we touch each other.”

“That does seem like a long time,” I said.

“We’ll both need a release,” he said.

“Dalliances,” I said.

“Well, what limits do you want to put on me?” he said. “Anything you want.”

“I don’t know! I don’t even know what the limits could be.”

“I mean…” He thought about it. “You could say that I can’t do certain things, if you want, or you could say I need to get your permission or—”

“What? Like, you’re with another woman and you call me up and ask if you can fuck her?” I was disgusted. “No, no, no.”

“You could say no other women.”

“You just said that you couldn’t promise fidelity.”

“Well… I mean, it would leave men.”

“Oh,” I said in a quiet voice. “Oh, of course.”

“That your limit, sweetling?”

“I…” I tightened my grip on the blanket, still feeling confused, still not sure if I liked this. It seemed so foreign and odd.

“What if I say the same thing?” he said.

“I don’t… I’ve never really done anything with other women!”

“Are you attracted to women?”

“I don’t…” I thought about it. “Maybe? Sort of? But it’s not the same, and I can’t—”

“How about, you can be with a man, you can do anything you want with your mouth or his mouth or your fingers or his fingers, but no, um, fucking.” His voice dropped into a lower register.

“I can be with another man?” I whispered. “You’re not serious.”

“You can definitely be with another man. You’ll need to be. But your pussy is mine. Keep that for me.”

A current went through me and robbed me of speech for a moment.

“Well, uh, your ass, too, maybe,” he said in a lower voice, a liquid voice. “That too. I’m not saying you’re a virgin or anything, omega, but I want both of your sweet holes empty of other cocks from now until I claim them.”

My lips parted, and I only got out some kind of noise that should have been one of protest but sounded entirely too much like one of surrender.

“You can suck off anyone you want, though,” he said. “You can have anyone’s mouth on your pussy, anyone’s fingers inside you anywhere. You can… everything else is on the table.”

I wanted to say, I don’t want anyone else, though. Except the words wouldn’t come out of my mouth.

“And no pussy for me. No women for me. You’re the only woman I’ll touch. Maybe ever again, actually.” His voice took on a wondering tone at the end of the statement. “Oh, I’d like that, if I waited to fuck that sweet, wet little pussy of yours, and then it was the only pussy I was ever inside for the rest of my fucking life. Shit, are you getting aroused again? Should we—”

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