Page 33 of Close Encounters of the Hot Kind

"Patience, Aileen" he says softly. "You have two more punishments to go."

"We're going to be here all night,"I say, shaky with need. The threat of more 'punishments' excites me, even as I wonder what he has in store.

"Your point being?" Varak asks, his tone playful yet firm. Before I can respond, he leans down and bites my ass, not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to send a jolt of pleasure coursing through me. I squeal, more from surprise than pain, and he chuckles, a deep sound that vibrates through me.

In one swift motion, he sweeps all the fine China and place settings off the table with one arm. The clatter of dishes hitting the floor is a distant echo, my focus entirely on him. He lifts me effortlessly, placing me on my back on the now-cleared dinnertable. The cool wood against my heated skin is a shock, but it does nothing to dampen the fire burning within me.

I look up at him, my vision still obscured by the blindfold, but I can feel his presence, his power. His hands grip my thighs, spreading them apart. A soft moan escapes my lips.

"Varak," I whisper, my voice barely recognizable. I'm at his mercy, right where I want to be.

Varak's fingers trail along my dress straps, sending shivers down my spine. He takes his time, savoring each inch of exposed skin as the fabric slides down. His touch is electric, making me arch into his hands as they ghost over my breasts, my ribs, my hips.

"Beautiful," he murmurs, his voice deep and gravelly. His fingers unhook my bra with practiced ease, and I gasp as the cool air hits my nipples.

My panties are next, sliding down my legs with torturous slowness. Every brush of his fingers against my thighs makes me tremble. Without sight, each touch is magnified, intense, overwhelming.

"Put your hands behind your head," he commands. His voice brooks no argument.

I comply instantly, my heart racing. The position makes me feel deliciously vulnerable.

"Spread your legs."

Heat floods my cheeks as I obey, knowing I'm completely exposed to his gaze.

"Perfect," he growls. "You're absolutely perfect, Aileen. Every curve, every inch of you is exquisite."

His words make me bold. "You know I'm the best dessert you've ever had," I tease, a smile playing on my lips. "Billionaire alien or not."

"The candles aren't just for ambiance," Varak says, his voice a low purr that makes my skin tingle.

I open my mouth to ask what he means, but my words transform into a gasp as something hot splashes against my belly. The initial shock makes me jerk, but the heat quickly fades to a pleasant warmth that spreads across my skin.

"Hold still," Varak commands. "Keep those hands behind your head."

Another drop lands just below my breast, then another near my hip. Each splash of wax makes me twitch and gasp, my body fighting to stay in position. It's not painful - more like tiny sparks of electricity dancing across my skin.

The next drop lands between my breasts, and I arch my back, a moan escaping my lips. The contrast between the cool air and hot wax is intoxicating. Without my sight, each sensation is heightened, unexpected, thrilling.

More drops fall in a deliberate pattern across my body. Some cool quickly, while others stay warm longer, creating a constellation of sensations that has me writhing on the table. My fingers grip the edge of my head, desperate to maintain the position he demanded.

"This is so hot," I gasp out, my voice breathy and trembling. "In a good way."

Varak kisses me suddenly, his tongue exploring and conquering my mouth. I long to grab his scaled head and pull him into the kiss, but I can't break position without permission. It's frustrating but fun to be in the palm of Varak's hand. His tongue is hot, insistent, and I moan into his mouth.

He pulls back, his golden eyes locked onto mine. I can see the hunger in them, the raw desire that matches my own. Then, with a swift motion, he pulls the blindfold away from my eyes.

My mouth falls open. Varak stands before me, fully naked, with no human disguise remaining. His real body is magnificent, all sinuous catlike muscle under soft, smooth red scales. I cansee every ridge, every contour of his powerful form. He's a sight to behold, a warrior from another world, and he's all mine.

My eyes drop to his erect cock, and my eyes widen. Varak's crown has a vague heart-shape to it, and he possesses ridges along his shaft similar to those on his face. He's going to feel totally different than any human man inside of me—totally different and totally amazing.

"Like what you see?" Varak asks.

I lick my lips, my eyes still fixed on his impressive length. "I... yes. You're magnificent, Varak."

He chuckles, a sound that vibrates through me. "I'm glad you approve, little delicacy."

I look up at him, my heart pounding in my chest. "I want to touch you, Varak. Please."

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