Page 25 of Grumpy Alien Boss

I take my time stripping her, savoring every inch of her skin as it’s revealed. The blouse falls to the floor, followed by her bra. My tongue traces the curve of her collarbone, earning a breathless moan. Her skirt slips down her hips, leaving her in nothing but her garters, stockings, and heels—a vision that makes my pulse race.

“Dar...” she whispers, her voice trembling with need.

“Not yet,” I say firmly, pulling back just as her body starts to tense. I can see the frustration flash in her eyes, but there’s hunger there too.

Standing up, I gather her discarded clothing and stuff it into the locking briefcase beside my desk. The click of the lock is final, decisive.

“I’ll hang on to these,” I say, my tone leaving no room for argument. Her eyes narrow, but there’s a hint of a smile playing on her lips. She’s enjoying this just as much as I am.

I stroke my chin, watching Olivia out of the corner of my eye as she saunters toward my desk. She thinks she’s subtle, but I can see the glint of determination in her gaze. My lips twitch as her fingers brush the edge of the briefcase. She’s testing me, and I love it.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I ask, my voice low and deliberate.

She freezes for a split second, then recovers with a smirk. “Just retrieving my things. You can’t expect me to walk around the office like this, can you?” She waves a hand at her nearly naked body—her garters, stockings, and heels the only remnants of her outfit.

“I can, and I do.” My tone leaves no room for argument, but Olivia’s never been one to back down.

She reaches for the key, her fingers curling around it with a triumphant grin. That’s when I strike. My hand shoots out, grabbing her wrist with a firm grip. She gasps, her eyes widening in surprise.

“Congratulations on pushing my buttons,” I growl, my voice guttural. “I have ways of seeing that I’m obeyed, Brat.”

Her tongue darts out, a quick, defiant flick as she sticks it out at me. The audacity of this woman. It’s maddening. It’s irresistible.

With a swift movement, I pull her over my lap, her lithe body settling into the spanking position. Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t fight me. She knows this game too well. I pin one arm behind her back, her wrist held firmly in place. My other hand slides to the largest drawer on my desk—my new arsenal of toys.

“I’m in big trouble, aren’t I?” she asks, her voice a mix of anticipation and amusement.

“Yes,” I reply, my tone stern but laced with the promise of what’s to come.

“Good,” she says, and I can hear the smirk in her voice.

I yank the drawer open, the contents laid out like a treasure trove. Ropes, paddles, floggers—each one a tool for discipline, each one a means to draw out her submission. I let my fingers trail over the items, considering my options.

She shifts slightly, her body tense with anticipation. “What are you going to do?” she asks, her voice softer now, edged with curiosity and something deeper.

“You’ll see."

I yank the Vakutan harness from the drawer, the leather cool and supple in my hands. Olivia’s eyes widen for a fraction of a second before she sets her jaw, that stubborn defiance I adore flashing in her gaze.

“Oh,thisagain?” she says, crossing her arms over her chest. “You think a little leather’s going to tame me?”

“Not little,” I say, stepping closer. “And notjustleather.” I unfurl the harness, the cuffs dangling ominously. “Arms behind your back. Now.”

She hesitates, and I see the wheels turning in her head. “Make me.”

I lunge, faster than she anticipates, twisting her arms behind her before she can react. She struggles, her body writhing against mine, but I’ve got her. Her strength is nothing against mine, and I relish the way her breath hitches as I secure the cuffs around her wrists. The collar snaps into place with a satisfying click, the strap running down her spine.

“You’re such a brute,” she huffs, twisting uselessly against the restraints. Her bratty glare is almost enough to make me laugh. Almost.

“And you’re entirely too spirited,” I say, cupping her chin. “But don’t worry. I’ll tame that fire yet.”

She snaps at me, her teeth grazing my finger. I pull back, raising an eyebrow. “Biting? That’s new.”

“What can I say?” she smirks. “I’m full of surprises.”

I grab the specialized bedroom ring gag from the drawer, the soft silicone glinting under the office lights. Her eyes flick to it, and for a moment, I see a flicker of uncertainty. Good.

“Open,” I command.

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