Page 26 of Grumpy Alien Boss

She hesitates, then parts her lips with a defiant tilt of her head. I slide the gag into place, the ring fitting snugly between her teeth. Her tongue presses against the silicone, her breath quickening. I fasten the strap behind her head, securing it with a firm tug.

“Mmmph!” she protests, her cheeks flushing as she tests the gag. Her moans are muffled, her lips wrapped around the ring. The sound sends a jolt of heat straight to my core.

“Better,” I say, leaning in to kiss her gagged mouth. Her lips are warm, and her muffled moan vibrates against mine. She squirms in my lap, her body pressing against me in ways that make it impossible to ignore my growing hardness.

“Still fighting?” I murmur against her lips. “You’re only making it harder for yourself.”

Her eyes meet mine, that fiery defiance still burning, but there’s something else there now—submission, surrender, and a hunger that matches my own.

The knock at the door is sharp, insistent. My head snaps up, and I glance down at Olivia, her naked body still bound and gagged in my lap. Her eyes widen, the defiance replaced with panic. There’s no time to untie her, no time to get her dressed. I act fast.

“Under the desk,” I whisper, my voice low but firm. She protests with a muffled sound, but I don’t give her a choice. I scoop her up—her skin warm against my hands—and slide her under the desk. She’s small enough to fit, but barely. I push my chair in, trapping her in the confined space. Her breath is hot against my thighs.

“Come in,” I call, smoothing my expression into one of calm authority.

The door opens, and a nervous-looking manager I barely recognize steps inside. He’s clutching a stack of papers, his tie slightly askew. His eyes dart around the room like he’s expecting to find something incriminating.

“Mr. Rook, I—uh—I hope I’m not interrupting?” His voice cracks on the last word.

“Not at all.” lI say,, trying to ignore the warm breath brushing against my crotch. “What do you have for me?”

He shuffles forward, placing the stack of papers on my desk. “It’s the quarterly financials. I thought you’d want to review them before the board meeting tomorrow.”

“Of course.” I glance at the papers, but my focus is elsewhere. Olivia’s tongue—hot, insistent—licks across the base of my cock. I stiffen, my jaw tightening as I fight to keep my composure.

“Everything looks... uh, good so far,” the manager continues, oblivious. “Revenue’s up 15%, and we’ve managed to cut costs in logistics by?—”

I cut him off with a wave of my hand. “Summarize it. I don’t have all day.”

He nods, swallowing hard. “Right. So, the highlights are?—"

Olivia’s mouth closes around me, her lips taking me in deeper. The gag does nothing to slow her down; if anything, it amplifies the sensation. My fingers grip the edge of the desk, my knuckles whitening. I can feel her teasing me, her tongue swirling in a way that makes it impossible to think straight.

“—and we’re projecting a 20% increase in Q3,” the manager finishes, looking hopeful.

“Good,” I say, my voice strained. “Anything else?”

He hesitates. “Well, there’s the issue with the protestors. They’re picketing outside again. Security’s handling it, but I thought you should know.”

“I’ll deal with it.” My words come out sharper than I intended. Olivia’s tongue flicks against the sensitive spot just below the head, and I have to bite back a groan.

The manager looks uneasy. “Uh, is... everything okay, sir?”

“Fine.” I force a smile, but it feels more like a grimace. “You’re dismissed.”

He nods again, backing toward the door. “Of course. Let me know if you need anything.”

“I will.”

The door closes behind him, and I finally exhale, my body trembling with the effort of staying composed. Olivia doesn’t stop. If anything, she’s more determined now, her mouth working me with a rhythm that’s impossible to resist.

“Olivia,” I growl, my voice low and dangerous.

She looks up at me, her green eyes sparkling with mischief. Her muffled laughter vibrates against me, sending a shiver up my spine.

“You’re going to pay for this,” I warn, though the threat lacks any real bite.

She only hums in response, her tongue flicking over me again. My hand tangles in her hair, pulling her closer.

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