Page 44 of Claimed By the Alien Warlord

"If my hands were free, I’d be playing with myself right now," I whisper, my voice thick with desire.

"Like this?" His hand moves higher, stroking me through the thin fabric of the uniform. I gasp, my hips rocking against his touch. He works me up until I’m teetering on the edge, but he doesn’t let me fall.

“Patience,” Guvan growls, his voice low and commanding, sending a shiver down my spine. His hand moves away from my throbbing core, leaving me teetering on the edge. “You’ll cum when I say so and not before.”

“Yes, Master,” I gasp, my body writhing in the ropes, desperate for release. My skin feels like it’s on fire, every nerve alight with anticipation.

He steps closer, his towering frame towering over me. One hand tangles in my hair, tilting my head back as his lips crash into mine. The kiss is deep, hard, claiming, and I melt into it, mymuffled moans lost against his mouth. When he pulls away, I’m breathless, my heart pounding.

Before I can recover, he slips the ball gag into my mouth, the smooth silicone pressing against my tongue. My eyes widen as he tightens the straps, securing it firmly. I let out a muffled whimper, the sound muffled and helpless.

“We’re going to play a little game, Spitfire,” he says, his voice dripping with dark amusement. “You don’t have my permission to cum, so every time you do, I’m going to spank that glorious ass.”

His hand lands on my backside with a sharpsmack, and I jerk in the ropes, a surprised cry escaping around the gag. The sting is instant, followed by a wave of pleasure that ripples through me. My body convulses, and I come hard, soaking my panties as I squirt against my will.

“You came without permission,” he says, his tone mockingly stern. “Naughty girl. Would you say ten spanks are a good penalty?”

I shake my head frantically, my muffled protests garbled around the gag.

“What’s that?” he asks, tilting his head as if pretending to misunderstand. “You think twenty is better? Very well.”

A guttural sound escapes me, a mix of laughter and protest, as he begins the spanking. His hand lands on my ass with practiced precision, each smack sending a jolt of pain and pleasure through me. I’m trembling by the time he reaches ten, and then it happens again—I come, my body betraying me completely.

“Another one?” he says, his tone almost amused. “You’re making this harder for yourself, Spitfire. Twenty more it is.”

He slides my panties down, baring my ass completely. The cool air brushes against my heated skin as he resumes the spanking, his hand alternating between sharp smacks and gentlecaresses. His other hand slips between my legs, teasing my pussy with expert strokes.

I’m lost in the sensations, the pain and pleasure blending into one overwhelming wave. My muffled cries fill the room, my body arching against the ropes as I’m pushed closer and closer to the edge.

By the time he finishes the spanking, I’m a trembling, soaked mess. He steps back, admiring his work with a satisfied smirk.

“Your ass looks so cute with my handprints all over it,” he says, possessive.

I let out a muffled groan, my body still trembling from the aftershocks. My legs feel like jelly, and I’m completely at his mercy—just the way he likes it.

I’m still trembling, suspended in the ropes, my body buzzing with the aftershocks of the spanking when Guvan steps back. His red eyes gleam with mischief, and I know that look. It’s the look that says he’s not done with me. Not even close.

He reaches into a drawer and pulls out something that makes my eyes widen—a sleek, alien-looking device with a ridged shaft and a tip that’s shaped like... well, let’s just say it’s not something you’d find at your average sex shop. He holds it up, the soft hum of its motor already vibrating in the air between us.

“This,” he says, deliberately, “is a Vakutan vibe. It has multiple settings, each designed toamplifyyour pleasure.”

I swallow hard, the gag in my mouth muffling the whimper that tries to escape. My hips shift involuntarily, the ropes digging into my skin as I squirm. He steps closer, the vibe humming louder as he presses it against my inner thigh.

“Do you want to feel it?” he asks, though we both know it’s not really a question. His free hand trails up my leg, teasing the edge of my soaked panties. “Nod if you want me to use it on you.”

I nod frantically, my heart pounding in my chest. He smirks, sliding my panties to the side and pressing the tip of the vibeagainst my entrance. The sensation is electric, even before he pushes it inside. Slowly—so slowly—he slides it in, the ridges of the shaft catching on my sensitive flesh. I moan around the gag, my body arching against the ropes.

He flicks a switch on the base of the vibe, and it comes to life, vibrating at a low, steady thrum. My eyes roll back, the sensation almost too much to handle. But then he flicks it again, and the intensity increases, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. He watches me, his eyes dark with desire, as he cycles through the settings, each one more intense than the last.

“Cum for me,” he commands, his voice firm and unyielding.

I do. Hard. My body convulses, the ropes biting into my skin as I shatter around the vibe. Guvan doesn’t stop, though. He ties the vibe in place with more rope, securing it snugly against me so the vibrations don’t let up. I whimper, my body still trembling as he steps behind me.

His hands slide up my sides, his breath hot against my neck as he leans in. “You’re not done yet, Spitfire,” he murmurs. I feel the press of his cock against my ass, the heat of him unmistakable even through the ropes.

“Soon,” he says, his voice rough with need. “But first...”

He bites down on my earlobe, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin and sending another wave of arousal through me. His hand slips between my legs, teasing me as the vibe continues to vibrate relentlessly inside me. I’m on the edge again, my body begging for release, when he finally lines himself up and pushes into me.

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