Page 59 of Close Encounters of the Hot Kind

Varak watches me, a smug smile on his lips..The vibrations intensify, and I can feel the orgasm building inside me. I'm close, so close. But just as I'm about to tumble over the edge, Varak turns it off. I let out a frustrated sigh, my body tense with unfulfilled desire.

"You're evil," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

Varak chuckles, his eyes never leaving mine. "You love it," he says, his voice filled with confidence. And the truth is, I do. I love every infuriating, exhilarating moment of it.

"I'm going to be careful, Aileen," Varak challenges. "You won't come again until we get back home. If you can."

I squirm in my seat, the vibrators humming to life as if punctuating his statement.

"That's not fair," I manage to say.

Varak chuckles deep in his chest.

"Life isn't fair, my sweet. But this is a challenge. Can you handle it?"

This is a game we both enjoy playing, and he knows it.

"Bring it on," I say, my voice steadier than I feel.

Throughout dinner, Varak keeps his word. The vibrators turn on at random, and it’s all I can do to show no sigh of the pleasure rippling through my body. I grip my fork tighter, trying to focus on the food. But every time I'm about to explode, he turns them off, leaving me panting and desperate.

By the time dessert arrives, I'm a mess. My body is taut with unfulfilled desire, every nerve ending sparking with need.

I stab my fork into the tiramisu, my hand trembling slightly.

"You're evil," I whisper.

Varak chuckles, his eyes never leaving mine. "You love it," he says, his voice filled with confidence. And the truth is, I do. I love every infuriating, exhilarating moment of it.

As we leave the lobby and head upstairs, I'm desperate. I need release, and I need it now. The moment the elevator doors close, I grab hold of Varak, my hands gripping his lapels. I try to kiss him, to rub against him, anything to ease this ache.

Varak's hands grip my wrists, his golden eyes boring into mine. "I see you need extreme discipline, little delicacy," he says in a hungry growl.

Before I can respond, he steals my breath with an intense kiss. His tongue claims my mouth, exploring with a hunger that gives me goosebumps. I melt into him, my body pressing against his. The vibrators hum to life again, but this time, I don't care. I'm lost in his kiss, lost in the feel of his body against mine.

The penthouse door slams open, and before I can even blink, Varak's hands are on me, ripping the coat from my body. His mouth finds my neck, kissing and sucking, sending shivers down my spine. He trails kisses lower, capturing my breasts,his tongue flicking over the vibrating clamps. The sensation is electric, a jolt of pleasure that makes my knees weak.

"Varak," I gasp, my hands grasping at his shoulders for support. The vibrations hum through me, amplified by his touch. It's too much, yet not enough. I need more. I reach for him, my hand finding the hard length of his cock through his trousers.

Suddenly, the human disguise flickers and disappears, revealing the true alien warrior beneath. His golden eyes blaze with intensity as he grabs my wrist, his grip firm but not painful.

"Did I say you could touch me yet?" he demands, sending a thrill of excitement through me. I meet his gaze, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "No," I admit, my voice barely a whisper. But my hand doesn't move, my fingers still wrapped around him, feeling the heat of his arousal.

He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear. "Then why are you touching me, little delicacy?" His voice is a husky whisper, a challenge that makes my heart race.

I tilt my head, exposing more of my neck to him. "Because I want to," I say, my voice steady despite the tremors running through my body. This is our dance, our game of give and take. And I'm not ready to concede just yet.

His grip on my wrist tightens, and he pulls my hand away from his body. "Not yet," he says, his voice firm. "You'll touch me when I say you can."

The vibrations intensify, a pulsing rhythm that matches the pounding of my heart. I moan, my body arching into his. "Varak," I plead, my voice a breathless whisper. "Please."

He smiles, a wicked curve of his lips that promises so much more.

"Soon, my sweet. But first, you need to learn some patience."

His mouth captures mine, his tongue claiming me in a deep, passionate kiss. The vibrations continue their relentless teasing, and I melt into him.

The belt from my overcoat cinches tight around my wrists, binding them securely behind my back. Varak's hands are firm yet gentle as he guides me into a chair, swiftly tying my legs to it. I laugh, a mix of anticipation and curiosity bubbling up inside me. "So, what kind of punishment am I in for this time?"

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