Page 13 of Alien Boss. Human Pet

Willow’s green eyes lock onto mine, wide and glistening, her chest heaving as she teeters on the edge of desperation. Her body trembles, her arousal thick in the air, and I can see it—the moment she realizes I’m done playing. Her muffled squeal escapes the ball gag, a sound that’s equal parts fear and delight, and it sends a jolt straight to my cock.

I grab her by the hips, my hands nearly spanning her entire waist, and lift her effortlessly into the air. Her legs flail for a moment before I settle them over my shoulders, her pussy now pressed against my face. Her gasp is muffled but unmistakable, her thighs tensing around me as I lean in.

“I won’t let you fall, my little flower,” I murmur against her damp heat, my voice low and reassuring. Her scent is intoxicating, sweet and musky, and I can’t resist diving in. My tongue flicks over her slick folds, teasing her entrance before moving to her clit. She jerks in my grasp, a high-pitched whine escaping the gag, and I tighten my hold, keeping her steady.

I carry her to the glass wall, her back pressing against the cool surface as I continue to devour her. The city lights sparkle behind her, a backdrop to her trembling form, and I admire the sight. My tongue works her clit in slow, deliberate circles, and her body arches, her hands tugging at the silk tie binding her wrists. She’s close—I can feel it in the way her pussy clenches around nothing, in the way her thighs squeeze my shoulders.

Her muffled cries grow more frantic, and I pull back just enough to whisper against her skin. “Cum for me, Willow.”

She does, her body convulsing as she squirts all over my face, her juices glazing my scales. I don’t stop. My tongue, prehensile and ridged, extends further than she expects, sliding deep inside her and curling against her walls. Her eyes widen, a strangled scream escaping the gag, and I watch her face as I fuck her with it, her expression a mix of shock and overwhelming pleasure.

When I finally lower her to the ground, her legs buckle, and I catch her by the nipples, pinching them firmly to keep her upright. Her head lolls, her eyes hazy, and I give her a moment to catch her breath before speaking.

“You’re going to take my cock now, Ms. Christian.”

She nods rapidly, her muffled “Yes, Sir” barely intelligible around the gag but clear in her eager expression. Her body is still trembling, but there’s no hesitation in her now. She’s ready—and so am I.

I sit her back on the desk, her bare ass now pressed against the cool surface. The puddle she left behind earlier glistens under the office lights, and I chuckle. “Look at the mess you’ve made, Ms. Christian,” I say, my voice dripping with mock disapproval. “What a dirty-minded little thing you are.”

My fingers trail up her stomach, brushing the fabric of her high-collared blouse. I frown, my claws catching on the stiff material. “You know, Willow,” I muse, my tone casual as if we’re discussing the weather, “there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

Her eyes dart to mine, wide and curious behind the ball gag. I keep one hand busy between her legs, my fingers teasing her pussy to keep her squirming. My other hand toys with the lapel of her blouse, my claws scraping lightly against the fabric.

“I hate the way you fucking dress,” I growl. Without warning, I grip the front of her blouse and rip it clean off her body, the buttons scattering across the desk and floor like tiny, frightened creatures. She screams behind the gag, her body jerking in shock, and I grab her by the throat, holding her steady.

“Let me make myself perfectly clear,” I say, my voice a low rumble that vibrates through her skin. “I’m going home with you tonight. And I’m going to destroy every garment you own. Every fucking hideous blouse, every wretched skirt, every pair of panties that does nothing to highlight this glorious body of yours.”

Her eyes widen, a muffled whimper escaping the gag. I lean in closer, my breath hot against her ear. “Oh yes,” I murmur, my fingers still working her pussy, keeping her on edge. “Maybe youshould just come to work naked. But no… that’s not practical, is it? So instead, I’ll take you shopping. We’ll pick out clothes that properly accentuate your many… assets.”

Her chest heaves as I let go of her throat, my hands moving to her bra. I tear it off with one swift motion, the sound of snapping fabric filling the room. Her magnificent breasts are finally free, their softness and weight a sight to behold. I bury my face between them, my tongue flicking over her stiff nipples as she moans behind the gag.

“Beautiful,” I murmur against her skin, my claws lightly tracing the curve of her breasts. “But you’ll learn to dress the part, my little flower. You’ll learn to be everything I want you to be.”

Her body trembles, her arousal thick in the air, and I know she’s as desperate for me as I am for her. But this isn’t over. Not yet.

CHAPTER 7

WILLOW

Kneeling before him, the cold floor beneath my knees contrasts sharply with the heat radiating from Raekon’s body. My hands are still bound tightly behind my back with his necktie, the knot firm and unyielding. The ball gag fills my mouth, muffling my whimpers as I stare up at him, trembling but eager. His golden scales glint under the office lights, and the predatory gleam in his red eyes pins me in place.

"Do you want my cock, Ms. Christian?" Raekon’s voice is low, rough, and utterly commanding. His hand grips the bulge in his trousers, and my eyes water he gives it a deliberate squeeze.

I moan around the gag, the sound vibrating deep in my throat. My body feels like it’s on fire, every nerve lit up with anticipation. I nod frantically, my gaze locked on his crotch. Yes, yes, yes—I want it. I’ve wanted it since the first time I saw him, since the first time he looked at me like I was something he could devour.

Raekon slowly unfastens his belt, the metallic clink echoing in the room like a countdown. He pushes down his trousers, then his boxers, and his cock springs free. My eyes widen as I take in the sight of it—thick, alien, and undeniably predatory. The heart-shaped head is surrounded by a ridge of flexiblescales, and the raised ridge along the top of the shaft looks like it’s designed to ruin me in the best way possible.

"You want this?" he growls, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock and giving it a slow stroke.

I lunge forward, pressing my face against him. My lips brush the warm, smooth scales of his shaft, and I nuzzle into the softness of his balls, inhaling the intoxicating scent of his arousal. It’s earthy, musky, and entirely him. I moan again, the sound desperate and pleading.

Raekon’s free hand grips the buckle of the ball gag. With a quick motion, he undoes it and pulls the gag from my mouth. I gasp, my lips tingling as they regain their freedom. Without hesitation, I press my mouth to the underside of his cock, kissing it, worshipping it.

"Good girl," Raekon rasps, his voice trembling with barely restrained pleasure. His body tenses, and I can feel the power coiled in him, ready to be unleashed.

I take the tip of his cock into my mouth, savoring the taste of him—salty, metallic, and utterly addictive. My tongue swirls around the ridge of scales, and the ridges undulate slightly. I press further, taking more of him into my mouth, my lips stretching around his girth.

Raekon’s hand tangles in my hair, guiding me gently but firmly. "That’s it," he murmurs, his voice thick with approval. "Take it deeper."

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