Page 18 of Wrecked By My Alien Mentor

Her body obeys, her pussy clenching around me as she comes, her cries filling the room. I follow her over the edge, my own orgasm crashing over me with a force that leaves me breathless. My hands grip her hips, holding her against me as I spill inside her, her body milking me for every drop.

When the waves finally subside, I loosen my grip on her, my hands moving to her back to steady her. Her breath is ragged, her body trembling, but her eyes are bright, her lips curved in a smug smile.

“Do I get a bonus for fucking Sir so well?” she asks, her voice teasing, her tone light. But there’s a challenge in her eyes, a dare that I can’t ignore.

Oh, she’s testing me, all right. But not to assert dominance. No, Cora wants me to remind her who’s in charge. And I’m more than happy to oblige.

“I think you need to remember your place, Ms. Daniels,” I say, my voice stern, my grip on her tightening just enough to make her shiver. The way her pussy convulses around my cock lets me know exactly how much she enjoys the idea.

“Ms. Daniels,” I say, my voice firm and low, “go to the wardrobe by my desk. Fetch the deluxe vibe and the discipline hood.”

Cora’s green eyes widen for a moment, but she doesn’t protest. She turns on her heel, her arms still bound in the secretary yoke, and starts toward the wardrobe. The metal bar between her wrists keeps her movements awkward, her steps deliberate as she navigates the space. I watch her closely, my hand lazily stroking my cock as she struggles to open the wardrobe door. She fumbles a bit, her fingers brushing against the smooth wood, but she finally gets it open. Her shoulders shift as she reaches inside, her movements hinderedbut determined. She pulls out the deluxe vibe first, her cheeks flushing as she holds it awkwardly.

“Good girl,” I murmur, my voice rough. “Now the hood.”

She hesitates, her eyes flicking to the black vinyl hood in the wardrobe. For a moment, I think she might balk, but she takes a deep breath and reaches for it. Her fingers fumble with the straps, but she manages to grab it and turn back to me, her arms full with the items. She walks back slowly, her steps careful, her gaze fixed on me. There’s a faint tremble in her hands, but she doesn’t stop until she’s standing before me.

“Are you scared, my little apprentice?” I ask, my voice softer now as I reach out to stroke her cheek. Her skin is warm under my fingertips, her breath quick and shallow.

She nods, her eyes darting nervously to the hood in her hands. “Yes, Sir. A little.”

“I will not let anything bad happen to you, ever,” I say, my fingers tracing the line of her jaw. “Do you believe that?”

Her lips part, and she nods again, more firmly this time. “Yes, Sir. I believe you.”

“Are you my brave girl?” I ask, my other hand moving to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Yes, Mr. Weller, Sir,” she replies, her voice steady despite the faint tremor in her body.

She holds still as I take the hood from her, her breath hitching as I secure it over her head. The vinyl slides smoothly into place, and I adjust the blindfold, making sure it’s snug but not too tight. She’s panting heavily already, her chest rising and falling as I buckle the straps. The hood fits her perfectly, her face framed by the smooth material, her lips parted.

“How are you feeling?” I ask, my voice low and calm as I step back to admire her.

“Good, Sir,” she replies, her voice muffled slightly by the hood. “Very good.”

I let my hand drift down her body, my fingers brushing over the curve of her hip before slipping between her legs. She’s soaking wet, her arousal slick against my fingers. A soft moan escapes her lips, her hips shifting, searching for more contact.

“Is the hood more fun than you thought it would be?” I ask, my voice teasing as I stroke her gently.

“Yes, Sir,” she gasps, her body trembling under my touch.

I release her for a moment, picking up the penis gag and securing it in her mouth. She moans softly around it, her head tilting back as I move behind her. I take the deluxe vibe, the TPE smooth and soft in my hand, and press it against her entrance. Her body arches as I slide it inside, her moans growing louder as I turn it on. The vibrations reverberate through her, her legs buckling as she falls back against me. I hold her easily, my hands gripping her hips, keeping her upright as the vibe does its work.

Her body shakes with pleasure, her moans muffled but insistent, and I press her closer against me, her back to my chest. “That’s it, my brave girl,” I murmur into her ear, my voice rough with my own need. “Let it take you.”

I guide Cora’s bound body over the edge of my desk, her skirt hiked up to expose her soft, round ass to me. My hands knead her cheeks, spreading them apart as my long, prehensile tongue darts out to tease her tight little hole. She shudders, her muffled whimpers vibrating through the hood.

“Relax,” I murmur, my voice low and commanding, as my tongue works her open with slow, deliberate strokes. “Let me take care of you, Ms. Daniels.”

Her body trembles, her hips shifting as if she’s trying to pull away, but I keep her firmly in place. I take my time, savoring every sound she makes, every twitch of her muscles as I explore her with my tongue. Her asshole is tight, but I’m patient, coaxing her to relax as my fingers continue to knead her cheeks.

“You’re doing so well,” I say, my breath hot against her skin. “But we’re not done yet.”

I straighten up, my hands moving to the ring on top of her hood. I pull her upright, her arms still bound by the yoke, and guide her to stand. My finger slips into her ass, the tight ring of muscle clenching around me as I begin to work her open.

“Let’s go,” I say, my voice firm as I cup her ass with one hand, my finger buried deep inside her. I force her to walk, the vibrator still buzzing inside her pussy, the sensation vibrating through my finger in her ass.

She stumbles slightly as we climb the stairs, her legs shaky, but I keep her moving, my grip on her firm and unyielding. Every step draws another moan from her, the sound muffled by the gag, but I can feel her body trembling with pleasure.

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