Page 23 of Billionaire Alien Boss Daddy

The answer comes out before I even think about it. “Yes.”

He leans forward in his chair, his eyes never leaving mine. “Then trust that I would never do anything to push you too far. I’m in charge for a reason.” He stands, towering over me, and holds the plug up between us. “Now, are you ready to receive your gift?”

“Yes, Sir,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. My knees feel like they’re made of gelatin as I turn around and place my hands on the edge of his desk. The cool wood presses against my palms, grounding me slightly, but it’s not enough to steady my racing heart.

I hear him step closer, his presence looming behind me like a storm cloud. His hands are warm as they grip the hem of my skirt, hiking it up slowly, deliberately, until the air hits the back of my thighs. I shiver, not from cold but from the anticipation of what’s coming next.

His fingers hook into the waistband of my panties, and he tugs them down, letting them fall to my ankles. He leans in, his breath hot against the skin of my ass, and I bite my lip to stifle a gasp. His hands run up the backs of my thighs, rough but not unkind, and then I feel it—the wet heat of his tongue tracing a path up my leg, pausing just below my ass.

“Glorious,” he murmurs, his voice low and reverent, like he’s worshipping at an altar. And maybe, in his mind, he is. “Absolutely glorious.”

I flush, the warmth spreading from my cheeks down to my chest. I’m not used to being talked about like this, especially not by someone who sounds so…sincere. It’s overwhelming but also intoxicating. I feel seen in a way I’ve never felt before.

He bites down on the curve of my ass, just hard enough to make me yelp. My hands grip the edge of the desk harder, my knuckles turning white. “Simon!” I hiss, but there’s no real anger in my voice. If anything, I sound…breathless.

He chuckles, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates through me. “You said you trusted me, didn’t you?” His hands spread my cheeks, and I feel completely exposed, completely at his mercy. “And look at you. Open. Wet. Perfect.”

My face burns, but I can’t deny the way his words send a thrill through me. I’m not used to this kind of attention, this kind of praise. It’s dizzying.

His tongue finds its target, and I gasp, my fingers curling into the wood of the desk. He’s…he’s good at this. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t this—this slow, deliberate exploration, this overwhelming sensation that makes my legs shake and my breath hitch.

When the plug presses against me, I tense for a moment, but Simon’s hands are steady, his voice a low murmur of encouragement. “Relax,” he says, and I do, letting the toy slide in slowly, filling me in a way that’s strange but somehow…right.

And then he pulls my panties back up, leaving the plug nestled inside me. I frown, confused. “What are you doing?” I ask, my voice tinged with frustration and a hint of panic.

He steps back, and I hear the faint sound of a remote clicking. The plug comes to life, vibrating softly inside me. I gasp again, my hips twitching involuntarily. “I never said you’d be allowed to cum yet,” he says, his voice smug. “Patience, my gorgeous little human. You’ll work all day with this inside you. It’ll remind you who you belong to.”

I glare at him over my shoulder, but there’s no real anger in it. If anything, I’m…intrigued. And, if I’m being honest, a little excited.

I sit stiffly in the boardroom, my hands clutching the edge of the polished table. Simon is at the head, his voice commanding attention as he outlines the quarterly projections. His tone is calm, precise, and infuriatingly composed, considering the situation he’s put me in. The plug is still snug inside me, a constant, maddening reminder of his control. I try to focus on the numbers on the screen, but my mind keeps drifting to the low hum of the toy, barely noticeable but undeniablythere.

My phone buzzes on the table, and I glance down. It’s a text from Simon.

"Sit up straight."

I glance at him, but he’s not looking at me. He’s gesturing to a graph on the screen, his expression serious, as if he’s not orchestrating my torment from across the room. I straighten in my chair, my cheeks burning, and the slight shift makes the plug press against me in a way that’s impossible to ignore.

The vibration kicks up a notch.

I inhale sharply, my nails digging into the table. Someone to my left—Carl from accounting—glances over, and I force a smile, hoping I look like I’m just deeply engaged in the presentation. My phone buzzes again.

"Eyes on me."

I lift my gaze to Simon, who’s now discussing something about market fluctuations. His voice is steady, but there’s a glint in his eyes as they meet mine. He’s enjoying this. I exhale through my nose, trying to steady myself, but the vibration increases again, and my thighs press together involuntarily.

My phone buzzes."Don’t move."

I bite the inside of my cheek, willing myself not to squirm. The plug is relentless, and the heat pooling low in my stomach is becoming impossible to ignore. I glance around the table, paranoid that someone will notice, but everyone seems engrossed in Simon’s presentation. Except for him. His eyes flick to me, and he smirks.

I grab my phone and type quickly."Please, can I be excused?"

His phone buzzes, and he glances at it with a barely perceptible shake of his head."No."

The vibration intensifies, and I stifle a gasp, pressing my lips together. My body is betraying me, creeping closer to the edge. I type again, my fingers trembling."Mercy."

He reads the message, his expression unreadable, and for a moment, I think he’s going to ignore me. But then the vibration drops—not all the way off, but low enough that I can think again. I exhale shakily, my shoulders relaxing slightly.

Simon’s gaze lingers on me for a moment, and I see the faintest hint of amusement in his eyes. Then he returns to the presentation, his voice steady and authoritative.

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