Page 51 of Grumpy Alien Billionaire

CHAPTER 23

TYLER

Lanz’s hand is warm and firm around mine as he leads me down the hall toward the playroom. The anticipation coils in my stomach, tight and electric. I’ve been thinking about this all night, all week, really. The playroom is my favorite place in the condo, and tonight feels… different. Special. Like it’s not just another night, but something more.

He stops at the door, his golden eyes locking onto mine. “Ready, pet?”

I nod, my throat too dry to speak. He opens the door, and the soft, warm glow of the room spills out. The velvet-lined walls seem to shimmer in the low light, and the air smells faintly of leather and something sweet, like vanilla. My skin prickles with excitement.

Lanz steps inside, pulling me with him. He turns to face me, his hands sliding up my arms, leaving a trail of goosebumps. “You were stunning tonight,” he says. “Every eye in the room was on you, but all I could think about was getting you here. Alone.”

I blush, my cheeks burning. “You’re just saying that.”

He tilts my chin up with one finger, forcing me to meet his gaze. “I don’t say things I don’t mean, Tyler. You’re beautiful. And you’re mine.”

The way he says it—so possessive, so sure—makes my knees weak. He steps closer, his body heat radiating against me, the faintest brush of his scales through his shirt. My breath hitches.

“Let’s get you out of this dress,” he murmurs, his hands moving to the zipper at the back of my gown. He pulls it down slowly, the sound of the fabric parting sublime. The dress pools at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my heels and a pair of lace panties.

Lanz steps back, his eyes raking over me. “Perfect,” he says, his voice thick with desire. He kneels in front of me, his hands sliding up my legs to the straps of my heels. He undoes them one by one, his touch deliberate, almost reverent. When he’s done, he stands, his hands moving to my hips. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and pulls them down, leaving me completely bare.

I feel exposed, vulnerable, but in the best way. Lanz’s gaze is intense, and I can see the hunger in his eyes. He steps closer, his hands sliding up my sides, and I shiver.

“You’re trembling,” he says, a smirk tugging at his lips. “Excited?”

I nod, my voice barely a whisper. “Yes.”

He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear. “Good. Because I have one more gift for you.”

He steps back, reaching for a rectangular box wrapped in silver and gold paper. My hands shake as I take it, the weight of it solid in my grasp. I tear the paper away, my breath catching as I open the box.

Inside is the pet gear—the headband with the pink ears, the gloves, the boots, the tail. My heart skips a beat. I look up at Lanz, my eyes wide.

“You… you got me this?”

He smiles, that slow, predatory smile that always makes my stomach flip. “I did. I thought it was time we took things to the next level. What do you think?”

I can’t speak. I just nod, my hands trembling as I reach for the headband. Lanz takes it from me, his fingers brushing against mine, and places it gently on my head. The ears are soft, the fur tickling my skin.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, his hands moving to the gloves. He slides them onto my arms, lacing them up with practiced ease. When he’s done, he steps back, his eyes dark with desire.

“Now the boots,” he says firmly, but lovingly.. I sit on the edge of the bed, my legs shaking as he kneels in front of me. He slides the boots onto my feet, the leather cool against my skin. When he’s done, he stands, his hands moving to my hips.

“And finally,” he says, his voice a whisper, “the tail.”

I lick my lips as he picks it up, the pink, upward-curling tail with its anal plug.

“Bend over, pet. Present yourself to me.”

My heart races as I obey, my hands gripping the edge of the bed for support. The cool air brushes against my skin, and I hear the soft click of a bottle opening. The scent of lubricant fills the air, and I bite my lip, anticipation coiling in my stomach.

“Relax,” he murmurs, his hand resting on the small of my back. His touch is firm, grounding, and I take a deep breath, letting my muscles loosen. I feel the slick warmth of his finger as he teases my entrance.

“That’s it,” he says, his voice a soothing rumble. “Just let me take care of you.”

He presses his finger inside slowly, carefully, and I gasp at the sensation. It’s strange, unfamiliar, but not unpleasant. He works his finger in and out, stretching me gently, dancing with vulnerability and trust. I’m completely at his mercy, and I love it.

“You’re doing so well,” he praises, his voice warm with approval. “Just a little more, pet.”

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