Page 32 of Close Encounters of the Hot Kind

CHAPTER 11

AILEEN

Ishiver, the cool night air kissing my skin, or maybe it's just the anticipation. Varak's lips brush against my neck, his breath hot, sending a thrill down my spine. "You're exquisite, Aileen." His voice is a low rumble, like distant thunder, and I let out a soft gasp.

His hands, strong and confident, begin their descent. They're not the hands of a mere man, but of a Vakutan, a scaled warrior from another world. I can feel the power in them, the restrained strength that could crush me if he wished. But I trust him. With my body, with my heart.

He cups my breasts, kneading them through the fabric of my dress.

"Varak..." His name is a whisper, a plea.

He chuckles, a sound that vibrates through me. "Patience, my little delicacy." His mouth moves to my shoulder, kissing, nipping, driving me wild.

His hand slides lower, trailing fire in its wake. It slips between my thighs, rubbing me through the thin fabric of my G-string. I can feel the heat building, the tension coiling in my core. I'm close, so close. My breath hitches, my body trembles.

"Varak, please..." I'm begging now, desperate for release. But he just smiles against my skin, his fingers never stopping their delicious torment.

His fingers circle and tease, each stroke building the pressure higher. The silk of my panties adds delicious friction as he pinches and rolls my clit between his fingers. My hips buck against his hand, seeking more contact.

"Please, I'm so close..." The blindfold intensifies every sensation, making me hyper-aware of his touch.

The pressure builds and builds until I'm right there, teetering on the edge of bliss. Then his hand stops completely. A whimper escapes my throat at the sudden loss.

"Not yet, little delicacy." His voice rumbles with dark promise. "Before you're allowed to cum, you must face your three punishments. And it's time for the first."

Strong hands grip my waist. The world spins as he lifts me effortlessly from my seat. A squeal escapes my lips at the sudden movement. In one fluid motion, I'm draped across what feels like his lap. The position leaves me vulnerable, exposed.

Without my sight, I can only guess at my exact location. The chair beneath us feels like the one I was in moments ago, but everything's a bit disorienting when you're bent over an alien's knee.

Varak's huge hand caresses my bottom through the thin fabric of my dress. He takes his time, massaging and exploring every curve as if it were a sacred ground. I can feel the heat of his touch, the gentle pressure that sends shivers up my spine. It's more than just a touch; it's a statement, a claim. He finds my body irresistible, sexy, and I'm more than happy to let him explore.

"You're perfect, Aileen," he murmurs. I can't help but give myself over to the pleasure. I'm not just enjoying this; I'mreveling in it. Every stroke of his hand is a spark, igniting a fire that's been simmering all night.

Then, without warning, a sharp sting lands on my backside. I cry out, more from surprise than pain. In fact, it doesn't really hurt. Instead, it feels...good. Really, really good. The kind of good that makes my toes curl and my breath hitch. The kind of good that sends a rush of heat straight to my core.

Varak alternates his touches, one moment spanking, the next caressing the sting away. Each smack is a shockwave, each caress a soothing balm. It's a rich sensory experience, a symphony of pleasure and pain that keeps me teetering on the very edge of an orgasm.

"Varak," I gasp, my voice a desperate plea. I'm not sure what I'm asking for. More? Less? All I know is that I'm a tightly wound coil, ready to snap at any moment.

He leans down, his breath hot against my ear. "Patience, my little delicacy," he whispers, his voice a dark promise. "We're just getting started."

I squirm in his lap, a futile attempt to find some friction, some release. But Varak holds me firm, his strength unyielding. He's in control, and I'm at his mercy. And god help me, I love every second of it.

Varak's hands slide my dress up, cool air kissing my skin as the fabric gathers around my waist. He purrs, a deep rumble that vibrates through me, his fingers tracing the lace waistband of my G-string. I can't help but squirm, moaning as he explores the ribbon of fabric that disappears between my cheeks.

"Hold still," he commands, his hand wrapping around my throat, gentle but firm. My toes curl, legs starting to tremble. I'm so close, teetering on the edge, every nerve ending alight with anticipation.

"Don't cum until I say so," he warns. His fingers slip beneath the thin fabric, brushing against my wetness. I gasp, bucking against his touch, electricity shooting through my veins.

"Varak," I whimper, my voice barely recognizable. "Please..."

His grip on my throat tightens just a fraction, a silent command to stay still. His fingers explore, sliding through my folds, spreading my wetness. I'm aching, throbbing, desperate for release. But he's in control, and I'm at his mercy.

"Not yet, little delicacy," he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. His fingers continue their torment, circling my clit, dipping into my entrance, but never giving me quite enough to push me over the edge.

I'm a panting, trembling mess, my body coiled tight, ready to snap. But I hold back, obeying his command, even as every fiber of my being screams for release. It's a sweet torture, a delicious agony, and I’m in heaven.

"Varak, please," I gasp, my body trembling as he withdraws his fingers, leaving me teetering on the edge of ecstasy. I'm a mess of desire, my breaths coming in ragged pants.

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