Page 24 of Billionaire Alien Boss Daddy

I try to focus, but every so often, the vibration shifts, just enough to keep me on edge. I glance at Simon, and he arches a brow at me, a silent reminder of my place. I drop my gaze, my cheeks flushing, but I can’t help the small smile that tugs at my lips.

This man. He’s infuriating, yes, but he’s also… something else entirely. And despite the torture he’s putting me through, I’m not sure I’d want it any other way.

The meeting finally ends, and I feel like I’m about to combust. I stand next to Simon, my legs trembling slightly as he exchanges pleasantries with the board members filing out of the room. My skin is on fire, my breath shallow, and I can barely focus on the polite goodbyes. Every shift of my weight sends a jolt through me from the plug still nestled inside. The vibration is low now, but it’s there, a constant, maddening reminder that I’m not in control.

Simon’s hand lands on my lower back, guiding me out of the room. His touch is firm, possessive. I glance up at him, my lips parting as I try to say something—anything—but he cuts me off with a look. His eyes are dark, intense, and I feel like I’m drowning in them.

The moment the door to his office closes behind us, I grab him. My hands clutch at the lapels of his suit, and I pull him down to me, my mouth crashing against his. He responds instantly, his arms wrapping around me like steel bands, his tongue claiming mine with a ferocity that leaves me breathless. I moan into his mouth, my body pressing against his, desperate for more.

But then he breaks the kiss, his hands gripping my waist. He lifts me effortlessly, throwing me over his shoulder like I weigh nothing. I yelp, my hands instinctively grabbing at his back as he carries me toward the lounge area of his office. And then he starts spanking me. Hard.

“Simon!” I gasp, but there’s no real protest in my voice. Each smack of his palm against my ass sends a shockwave through me, the plug shifting inside me with every strike. I bite my lip, trying to stifle my moans, but it’s impossible. He’s playing me like an instrument, and I’m utterly at his mercy.

He tosses me onto the plush leather couch, and before I can even think about moving, he’s binding my arms behind my back with the Reaper’s Lingerie. The leather cuffs cinch tight, and I moan, my body arching as he secures them. He steps back, and I watch him with wide eyes as he picks up the ball gag.

“Open,” he commands, his voice a low growl. I obey instantly, my mouth parting as he slides the ball between my lips. The straps tighten behind my head, and I let out a muffled whimper. He smirks, his red eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

And then he’s back, kneeling between my legs. He pulls down my panties, and I shiver as the cool air hits my skin. He picks up the Phoenix, a wild luxury sex toy with remote control vibration and thrusting abilities.

"Spread your legs," he commands. My pussy throbs as I obey, showing him my everything, and I can’t help but moan around the gag as he slides it into me. The ridges and twists feel incredible, and I’m already on the edge just from the intrusion.

He turns it on, and the vibration starts slow, teasing me mercilessly. I squirm, my hips bucking involuntarily as he smirks down at me. But then he pulls out his compad, and I watch with wide eyes as a holographic image springs to life. It’s us—me, pinned to his desk, him ravishing me with a ferocity that leaves me breathless even now.

“Do you remember this, Clarice?” he rumbles, his voice low and husky. I nod eagerly, my body trembling as the Phoenix pulses inside me. He strokes himself slowly, his eyes locked on the hologram, and I whine around the gag, begging him with my eyes.

“You want to cum, don’t you?” he asks, his voice a dangerous purr. I nod frantically, my body trembling with need. But he shakes his head. “No. Not yet. You’ll watch first.”

I moan, my hips bucking as the vibration intensifies. The hologram plays on, and I’m impossibly turned on by the sight of me submitting to him, of him taking me so completely. He strokes himself faster, his breath hitching, and I can feel my own release building, teetering on the edge.

He suddenly howls, his body tensing as he cums, his seed splashing against me. The sight, the sound, the feeling of him losing control is too much, and I cum with a muffled scream, my body arching as the orgasm rips through me. He watches me, his red eyes gleaming with satisfaction, and I collapse back onto the couch, groaning out aftershocks.

Shomun tsks, his red eyes narrowing as he looks down at me, still trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm. “Clarice,” he says, “did I give you permission to cum?”

I shake my head, my heart racing. The way he says my name—like a warning, like a promise—sends shivers down my spine. My body is still thrumming with pleasure, but there’s a sharp edge to his tone that makes me realize I’m about to pay for my disobedience.

“Now I’ll have to punish you,” he growls, and I feel a mix of dread and anticipation coil in my stomach. He stands, towering over me, and I watch with wide eyes as he pulls a set of nipple clamps from the drawer of his desk. The chain connecting them glints in the light, and I swallow hard.

He kneels beside me, his hands moving with practiced precision as he attaches the clamps to my already swollen nipples. I gasp at the sensation, the sharp pinch of the metal biting into my sensitive skin. My back arches involuntarily, and I hear him chuckle darkly.

“You’re so responsive,” he murmurs, his fingers brushing over the chain connecting the clamps. “I wonder how much you can take.”

He leans in, his breath hot against my ear, and I shiver. “Now, Clarice,” he commands, “take the chain in your teeth.”

I hesitate for a moment, but the look in his eyes leaves no room for argument. I lean forward, my lips parting as I take the cool metal chain between my teeth. The movement pulls on the clamps, and I whimper around the chain, the pressure on my nipples intensifying.

“Good girl,” he purrs, and I feel a thrill at his praise, even as the pain and pleasure mix into something almost unbearable. He sits back on the couch, his eyes locked on mine, and I can see the hunger in his gaze. “Now, pull.”

I bite down on the chain, pulling it gently, and the clamps tug at my nipples, sending a jolt of sensation straight to my core. My hips jerk, and I moan around the chain, my eyes fluttering shut.

“Harder,” he growls, and I obey, pulling harder. The pain is sharp, but it’s tempered by the pleasure that’s building inside me, a confusing, intoxicating mix that leaves me breathless.

“You’re doing so well, Clarice,” he murmurs. “But I think it’s time for the next part of your punishment.”

His hands move to the Phoenix, still nestled inside me, and he pulls it out slowly, the ridges and twists of the toy dragging against my sensitive walls. I whine, my hips bucking, but he holds me still, his grip firm.

“Patience,” he says, and then he’s guiding himself into me, his cock stretching me in ways the toy never could. I groan around the chain, my body arching as he fills me completely.

“Now, bounce,” he commands, and I obey, my hips moving in rhythm with his hands. The clamps tug at my nipples with every movement, the pressure building inside me, the pleasure teetering on the edge of pain.

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