Page 19 of Billionaire Alien Boss Daddy

Shomun’s hands grip my waist, his scaled fingers pressing into my skin as he lifts me effortlessly into the air. My breath catches, and I bite my lower lip, the heat of his gaze searing through me. He sets me down in front of his chair, and I instinctively reach to pull my skirt down, my cheeks burning.

His hand snaps out, catching my wrist in a grip that’s firm but not painful. “Did I say you could cover yourself?” His voice is low, commanding.

“No, Sir,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. My heart pounds in my chest, the sound of it almost deafening in the silence of the room.

“Turn around,” he orders, and I obey without hesitation, my body moving on its own. I face away from him, my back to his chair, his gaze on me. “Bend over. Grab your ankles.”

I do as he says, bending at the waist and reaching for my ankles. The position is intimate, vulnerable, and I squeeze my eyes shut, my face burning with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. My skirt rides up, exposing me completely, the cool air of the room against my skin.

Shomun’s chair creaks as he leans forward, his body close to mine. His hand brushes against my thigh, and I flinch, my fingers tightening around my ankles. “Stay still,” he growls.

I force myself to hold the position, my muscles trembling with the effort. His fingers trail up my thigh, and I bite back a whimper, my body responding to his touch despite my embarrassment. His hand moves higher, the roughness of his scales against my skin, a stark contrast to the smoothness of his human disguise.

“You’re mine, Claire,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “Every part of you belongs to me.”

I nod, unable to speak, my breath coming in short, shallow gasps. His fingers brush against the sensitive skin between my thighs, and I jerk, a soft moan escaping my lips. He chuckles, a deep, throaty sound that sends a jolt of heat through me.

“Good girl,” he says, his voice filled with approval. His fingers press against me, and I gasp, my body arching into his touch. He teases me, his fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles, the tension building inside me, coiling tighter and tighter.

“Shomun,” I whisper, my voice trembling with need. His name feels foreign on my tongue, but it’s the only thing I can think of, the only thing that matters in this moment.

“Yes, Claire?” he asks, his voice soft, almost gentle. His fingers continue their slow, maddening exploration, and I can feel myself on the edge, teetering on the brink of…what?

“Please,” I beg, my voice breaking. I don’t know what I’m asking for, but I know I need it, need him.

He chuckles again, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. “Patience, little one,” he murmurs, his fingers stilling for a moment. “We have all the time in the world.”

I whimper, my body trembling with need, and he laughs softly, his fingers resuming their slow, torturous exploration. I can feel the tension building inside me, coiling tighter and tighter, until I’m sure I’ll shatter into a million pieces.

“Shomun,” I whisper again, my voice barely audible. He doesn’t respond, but his fingers press harder, and I gasp, my body arching into his touch. The tension inside me snaps, and I cry out, my body convulsing as waves of pleasure crash over me.

He holds me steady, his hands firm on my hips as I ride out the waves of pleasure. When it finally subsides, I collapse forward, my hands still gripping my ankles, my body trembling with the aftershocks.

“Good girl,” he murmurs again, his voice filled with satisfaction. I struggle to catch my breath. “Now, let’s see how well you can obey when I’m inside you.”

Shomun’s breath is hot against my skin as his scaled fingers trace the curve of my backside. I shiver, my hips pressing forward instinctively, even as I try to stay still. My heart hammers so loud I’m sure he can hear it.

“Open your legs wider,” he growls, his voice low and commanding. It vibrates through me, sending a jolt straight to my core. My knees tremble as I obey, spreading myself wider for him. The cool air brushes against my most intimate places, and I wince at the exposure.

“Good girl.” His approval sends a rush of warmth through me, even as my face burns with shame. I shouldn’t like this. I shouldn’t want this. But I do. Ido.

His tongue flickers against me, hot and rough, and I gasp, my back arching. The ties around my wrists and ankles pull taut, keeping me in place. His fingers dig into my hips as he tastes me, his growls growing louder, more impatient.

“You’re wet,” he murmurs against me, his breath sending shivers through my body. “Is this how you obey, Claire? Already so eager for me?”

I choke on a whimper. “Yes, Sir.”

His laughter is dark, rumbling against my skin. “Good. You’ll need to be ready for what comes next.”

His tongue plunges deeper, and I cry out, my hands clenching into fists. The leather belt bites into my wrist, but I barely notice the pain. My world narrows to the heat of his mouth, the pressure building inside me with every stroke of his tongue.

“Please,” I gasp, my voice trembling. “Please, don’t stop.”

He pulls back, and I feel the cold absence of him. I twist my head, trying to see him, but he’s already moving. His hands grip my waist, lifting me effortlessly. I’m spun around, my back pressed against the cool surface of his desk. His red eyes burn into mine, his scaled chest rising and falling with his breath.

“You’re mine, Claire,” he growls, his voice raw with need. “Never forget that.”

I nod, my throat too tight to speak. His hand slides between my legs, cupping me possessively. I gasp, my hips jerking against his touch.

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