Page 10 of Billionaire Alien Boss Daddy

“Um, maybe I should explain—” I start, my voice shaky, trying to fill the silence. But Simon moves faster than I thought possible. His hand covers my mouth before I can finish the sentence, his palm pressing against my lips, his fingers spanning my jaw. The warmth of his skin against mine is startling, and I freeze, my eyes wide.

“There are times to talk,” Simon says, his voice low, almost a growl, “and times to listen.” His breath is warm against my ear. “You must learn the difference if you’re going to make it as my assistant. Do you understand?”

I can’t open my mouth—his hand is holding my jaw shut. I try to mumbleyes, siraround his fingers, the words muffled but clear enough. My heart is pounding, my cheeks burning. It’s terrifying, the way he’s so effortlessly in control, but there’s something else, too. Something that makes my stomach twist in a way I don’t want to examine.

“Good,” he says, finally pulling his hand away. I resist the urge to touch my face, to feel where his palm lingered. My skin feels like it’s on fire, and I shift my weight from one foot to the other, the heels he picked out suddenly unbearable. I can’t stop fidgeting.

“Would you stop fidgeting like a toddler?” Simon snaps, his tone sharp enough to cut through steel.

“I’m just not used to wearing heels this high—” I start, but his hand is back over my mouth before I can finish. His fingers press harder this time, and I can feel the faint pressure of his nails against my skin.

“I see that you require greater initial instruction than I anticipated,” he says, his voice dropping to that low, dangerous rumble. He doesn’t need to hold me still—his gaze does that just fine. It pins me in place, sharp and unrelenting, and I feel like a butterfly under glass, completely at his mercy.

“Don’t move,” he orders, releasing me. He turns and strides to his desk, his movements smooth and deliberate. I stay frozen, afraid to breathe, let alone shift my weight. My mind races. Should I sayyes sir? Or does staying silent count as obedience? I don’t know what to do, and the uncertainty is almost worse than the command itself.

Simon opens a drawer, his broad back blocking my view of what he’s retrieving. My imagination runs wild—is it a write-up form? A disciplinary notice? Something worse? The silence in the room is suffocating, the only sound the faint rustle of papers and the click of the drawer closing. When he turns back to face me, whatever he’s holding is concealed behind his back, and his expression is unreadable.

Simon reveals a roll of clear packing tape in his hand. My eyes widen. This can’t be happening. This isn’t normal. This isn’t professional. This isn’t—well, it’s not anything I’ve ever experienced before. I should run. I should scream. I should do something. But I don’t. I just stand there, frozen, as he steps closer.

“Hold still,” he says, his voice calm but commanding.

I open my mouth to protest, but before I can get a word out, he tears off a strip of tape and presses it over my lips. The adhesive clings uncomfortably, sealing my mouth shut. I could rip it off if I wanted to. It’s not like it’s superglue. But the way Simon looks at me—like he expects it to stay—makes me hesitate.

My body hums with adrenaline, a strange mix of fear and something else I don’t want to name. My clit throbs insistently, and I’m suddenly hyperaware of every inch of my body. The silk blouse feels too tight, the skirt too short, the heels too precarious. I fidget, my hands twitching at my sides.

Simon steps back, tilting his head as he appraises me. “There. Now, shall I continue?”

I blink at him, unsure how to respond. HowcanI respond? My mouth is taped shut. I make a muffled noise, something between a question and a protest, but it comes out as a pathetic whimper.

He frowns, his eyebrows drawing together in disapproval. “The response is alwaysyes, sir.No matter the circumstance.” His tone sharpens, cutting through the heavy silence. “You obviously need help concentrating on my words. On your knees.”

My eyes widen, and I let out a startled, muffled sound. What thehellis happening? If this were a normal job, I’d already be halfway to HR, ready to file the most epic lawsuit of my life. But it’s not a normal job. I’m here to spy on Simon, to gather evidence that he’s the one who broke into Silas’s office. I need to play along if I want to get what I came for.

I tell myself that’s why I’m sinking to my knees. It’s for my career. It’s for the payout from Silas. It’s for the chance to prove myself. But deep down, I know the truth. I’m kneeling because Iwantto. Because there’s something about the way he looms over me, his presence so commanding, that makes my body respond in ways I can’t control.

I look up at him from the floor, my hands trembling in my lap. He seems larger than life, like a parent disciplining a misbehaving child. And suddenly, all I want is to please him. The spying mission fades into the background, a distant thought drowned out by the heat pooling in my core.

“Enough fidgeting,” Simon says, his voice cutting through the air like a whip. “Put your hands behind your back and listen.”

My heart hammers a mile a minute in my chest. I mumble a muffledyes sirthrough the tape and slowly obey, clasping my hands behind my back. The position not only makes me feel utterly vulnerable and helpless, it also causes my breasts to thrust forward in a lewd manner, straining at the buttons of my shirt. I can feel the fabric pulling tight, the silk clinging to my skin in a way that’s both uncomfortable and electrifying.

Simon’s gaze lingers on my breasts for much longer than it needs to. He doesn’t bother to hide his interest in my body, his eyes darkening as they roam over me. I feel exposed, like he’s seeing straight through the fabric, straight through me. My cheeks burn, but I don’t look away. I can’t. His presence is too commanding, too magnetic.

He begins listing my job duties, his voice low and measured. “You’re to attend to my every need, at my beck and call night and day. If I need a report, you need to know how to fill it out, process it, and bring it back to me. If I need you to call one of my holdings and get a complete inventory, you need to know how to do that as well.”

He leans over, his face inches away from mine. His breath is warm against my skin, and I can feel the heat radiating off him. “Sometimes you will be making high-level business decisions on my behalf,” he says, his voice dropping to a near whisper. “And sometimes, your duty will be to fetch me a coffee, or give my shoulders a massage. Or go get my lunch. If you have a problem with any of this, the door is right there. Otherwise, I expect absolute obedience.”

I’m so close to orgasm I can barely hold myself back. My body is on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release. I know what he wants, but I’m afraid of what will happen if I say it. Afraid of what it means that Iwantto say it.

Finally, I can’t put it off any longer. “Yes, Sir,” I mumble behind the tape, the words muffled but clear enough. It’s too much for me, and I cum hard, groaning behind the tape despite my efforts to remain quiet. I double over, but I don’t break the position he put me in as my body heaves with ecstatic spasms.

“What in the world is wrong with you?” Simon snaps, his voice sharp and incredulous. “Get up and stop carrying on.”

He takes me by the arms and pulls me to my feet. I continue to cum, squirting through my panties and drenching myself and the floor beneath us. My legs tremble, and I can barely stand, but Simon’s grip is firm, holding me upright.

He realizes what’s happened, and his face goes slack. He seems more embarrassed than I feel, if that’s possible. His grip on my arms tightens for a moment before he releases me, stepping back like I’ve burned him.

“Clean this up,” he mumbles, his voice uncharacteristically quiet. He turns on his heel and retreats into his private bathroom, leaving me standing there, trembling and soaked, the sound of the door closing behind him echoing in the silence.

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