Page 16 of Wrecked By My Alien Mentor

Oh, God. My cheeks burn, and I’m grateful for the gag because I’m pretty sure I’d be stammering an apology right now. Instead, I stay silent, listening to the sound of his footsteps circling the room.

“You know what I think?” he continues, his voice low and dangerous. “I think you’ve been very naughty.”

I wince at the word, a shiver running down my spine. My body betrays me, a warm flush spreading through me despite the guilt gnawing at my stomach. I shouldn’t have been in there. I know I shouldn’t have. But the curiosity—God, the curiosity—it was too much.

“Did you know,” Orion’s voice cuts through the silence, smooth and deliberate, “that one of my remote control vibrators is missing? I wonder where it could be?”

My cheeks blaze with heat, and I press my thighs together tighter, the buzzing between my legs suddenly feeling impossible to ignore. The damn thing is still humming, relentless and unyielding, and I bite down on the gag to stifle a whimper.

“Maybe I’ll just use the remote to turn up the power?” he muses, his tone casual, like he’s discussing the weather.

Before I can even process the threat, the intensity spikes. My back arches involuntarily, and a deep, guttural moan escapes around the gag. My legs quiver, and I sink lower against the wall, the sensation so overwhelming I can barely think. I’m right on the edge, teetering, when the velvet curtain is yanked aside.

I blink up at him, dazed and breathless, the sudden brightness making me squint. And then I see him. Really see him.

The hologram is gone.

Orion stands there in all his Vakutan glory, completely bare. His golden scales catch the light, smooth and flawless, tracing the contours of his chiseled frame. His broad shoulders taper down to a narrow waist, his muscles defined but not bulky. My eyes travel lower, and my breath catches.

His cock is…alien, but there’s no other word for it. The heart-shaped head, the ridge of scales, the raised line along the shaft—it’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen. And yet, it’s perfect. It’s him. My heart skips a beat, a strange mix of shock and admiration flooding me. It’s so right, so natural on him, and I can’t look away.

“Ms. Daniels,” he rumbles, his voice low and filled with authority. “You’re playing with toys that don’t belong to you. You’ll have to be disciplined.”

My eyes widen, and I make a small, confused noise behind the gag.Disciplined?The word sends a thrill through me, a heat that settles deep in my core. I’m not sure if I should be scared or turned on—maybe both.

He points to the floor, his gaze unwavering. “On your knees.”

The vibrator buzzes louder, the intensity cranked up so high my legs give out. I slide to the floor, my knees hitting the wood with a soft thud. I would’ve obeyed anyway because the command, the way he says it, is so fucking hot I can’t resist.

I kneel before him, my arms still bound behind my back, the collar snug around my neck. My breath comes in shallow pants, and I look up at him, my green eyes meeting his purple ones. The air between us crackles with tension, and I can feel the weight of his dominance pressing down on me.

Orion steps closer, his scales glinting in the light. He tilts my chin up with one finger, his touch firm but not harsh. “Do you understand why you’re being punished?” he asks in a growl.

I nod quickly, the ball gag making it impossible to speak. My heart races, and I can feel the heat of his body so close to mine.

“Good,” he says, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “Because this is just the beginning.”

His hand tightens in my hair, yanking me to my knees. The pull is firm, deliberate, but not cruel. My scalp tingles as he drags me forward, the ball gag muffling any sound I might make. I shuffle awkwardly, my knees scraping against the polished wood floor, but I don’t resist. There’s something almost exhilarating about this—about being entirely at his mercy.

“Move,” he growls, his voice low and commanding. I can hear the edge of amusement in it, like he’s enjoying watching me struggle. My cheeks burn, but I don’t stop. I keep going, even when my knees start to ache, even when the cuffs dig into my wrists. I want to please him. I want to show him I can take it.

We reach the hidden room, and he releases my hair, shoving me forward. I stumble but catch myself, my breath hitching as I take in the space. The padded leather bench sits in the center, waiting for me. My stomach twists, a mix of nerves and anticipation.

“Bend over,” Orion commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. I hesitate for just a moment before obeying, lowering myself over the bench. The leather is cool against my skin, and I shiver as he steps behind me.

The first spank lands hard, the sound echoing through the room. I jerk forward, a muffled yelp escaping around the gag.

“One!” I manage to choke out, the word garbled and barely intelligible.

He doesn’t miss a beat. “Good girl,” he purrs, and the praise sends a thrill through me. Another spank, harder this time.

“Two.” My voice shakes, but I force the number out, focusing on the rhythm. Three. Four. Five. Each strike sends a jolt of pain mixed with something dangerously close to pleasure. My skin burns, but I don’t want him to stop.

“Eighteen.” My voice is ragged now, my body trembling. The cuffs keep my arms pinned, and I’m powerless to do anything but take it.

Nineteen. Twenty.

That’s when it happens. The vibrator slips out, the buzzing suddenly silenced as it hits the floor with a soft thud. My body convulses, the orgasm crashing over me like a wave. I cry out, the sound muffled by the gag, my thighs trembling as I come undone.

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