Page 30 of Alien Boss. Human Pet

Raekon’s fingers linger on the clamps, adjusting them just enough to make me squirm. Then he presses the button, and the world explodes. The vibrations start low, a steady hum that sends shivers through my entire body. My nipples are on fire, the clamps pulling and teasing in a rhythm that’s maddening. I try to press myself against him, desperate for more, but he pushes me away with a firm hand on my chest.

“Not yet,” he growls, his voice thick with authority. “You must be punished for touchingmypussy while you were supposed to be celibate for the week before our nuptials.”

I nod frantically, trying to sayyes, siraround the gag, but all that comes out is a muffled moan and a trickle of drool that lands on his tuxedo. He glances down at the wet spot, his lips twitching in amusement.

“It never ends with your disobedience,” he says, his tone a mix of exasperation and affection. He drags me onto his lap, his hand coming down hard on my ass. The sharp sting makes me cry out, but it’s nothing compared to the way his fingers slide between my cheeks after each strike, teasing my pussy with just enough pressure to drive me wild.

I’m a mess, writhing in his lap, the vibrations from the clamps making it impossible to think. But he’s relentless, his hand moving with precision, spanking me until my skin is hot and sensitive, his fingers brushing against my clit just enough to keep me on the edge but never letting me fall.

“You’re mine,” he growls. My body twists like burning match curling in on itself, inflamed byu desire. “And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

Raekon pulls an exotic sex toy from the case, and my breath catches at the sight of it. It’s sleek and alien, the tip curved in a way that promises to hit all the right spots. He holds it up, his red eyes gleaming with dark amusement as he powers it on. The low hum of the motor sends a shiver through me.

“Look at this, little flower,” he says, his voice a deep rumble that makes my stomach twist. “It’s going to make you scream. Or at least, it would if I hadn’t gagged you.”

I whimper around the ball gag, my body already trembling in anticipation. He pushes me onto my back, the leather seat cool against my skin. His hand smacks my inner thigh sharply, the sting making me gasp.

“Spread,” he commands, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. I hasten to obey, my legs parting as wide as the restraints allow. The sting from his slap lingers, but I don’t mind. It only adds to the storm of sensations he’s orchestrating.

His fingers brush against my pussy, spreading me open with deliberate precision. I feel exposed, vulnerable, and utterly at his mercy. His thumb circles my clit, teasing a moan from me that’s muffled by the gag.

“My pussy is so cute,” he says with possessive affection. “I’ve missed it this past week.”

Before I can process the warmth spreading through me at his words, he’s lining up the vibe. He works it inside me slowly, the cool, smooth surface sliding in with surprising ease. I’m already so wet, so ready, that it’s almost effortless. I whimper around the gag, my hips twitching as the vibe settles deep.

“There we go,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing against my clit again. “Let’s see how long you can last.”

He starts slow, the vibrations gentle and teasing. I squirm, trying to press against him for more, but he holds me in place with one hand on my hip. The intensity increases gradually, the vibrations shifting from a gentle hum to a more insistent thrum. My back arches, my breaths coming in shallow gasps as he teases me mercilessly.

He changes the pattern, the vibe rotating and pulsing in ways that make my toes curl. My clit throbs, the sensations building to a fever pitch, but just as I’m on the edge, he pulls back, reducing the intensity. I groan in frustration, my body trembling with the need for release.

“Not yet,” he says, his voice firm but tinged with amusement. “You’re not ready.”

I whine around the gag, my hips jerking instinctively, but he holds me still. He’s in complete control, and he knows it. Thevibrations shift again, this time a steady, maddening pulse that keeps me teetering on the edge but never lets me fall.

I’m a mess, writhing under his touch, my body aching for release. But he’s relentless, his gaze locked on mine as he watches me unravel. He knows every inch of my body, every reaction, every tell. I’m not going to cum until he says so, and he’s clearly not ready yet.

All I can do is ride the wave of sensations, my body trembling under his expert touch. He’s in control, and I’m powerless to do anything but obey.

The vibrations on the vibe and clamps shift to a low, erratic hum, enough to keep me simmering but not enough to push me over. I whimper into the gag, confused and restless, as Raekon slides a knee-length overcoat over my shoulders. The fabric brushes against my bare skin, and I shiver, both from the sensation and from the knowledge that he’s about to take me out in public like this. The coat hides the harness, the restraints, my nakedness—but not the way my body trembles with every step.

He adjusts a cotton face mask over my nose and mouth, the straps of the ball gag still faintly visible beneath it. My heart pounds, my cheeks flushing with heat as the reality of this situation sinks in. He’s really going to do this.

The limo pulls to a stop outside a 24-hour grocery store, the fluorescent lights spilling onto the pavement. Raekon helps me out, his arm draped over my shoulders with casual possession. His hand slips into his pocket, and I feel the vibrations on the clamps and vibe notch up just enough to make my knees wobble. I bite down on the gag, muffling a moan as he guides me inside.

The store is quiet, the late hour leaving only a few scattered patrons. A sleepy cashier leans against the counter, but her eyes flick up as we enter. She zeroes in on my empty coat sleeves, the way I walk stiffly with my arms pinned behind my back. Herbrow arches, but she says nothing, and I’m both relieved and mortified.

Raekon grabs a handheld basket and steers me down the aisles, the vibrations humming softly, teasingly. I’m hyper-aware of every step, every brush of the coat against my thighs. He pauses in the produce section, and I freeze as he cranks the vibrations up a notch. I freeze, my body tensing, as an Asian woman browsing apples glances over at us.

I clamp my jaw down on the gag, my legs trembling as I fight to stay silent. The woman’s eyes narrow in curiosity, her gaze flicking to the way I bend at the waist, my coat riding up to expose flashes of bare skin. Her cheeks flush, but she doesn’t look away. I can’t tell if she’s scandalized or fascinated.

Raekon smirks, shifting the basket to his other hand as he leads me out of the aisle. Once we’re alone in the international foods section, he turns the vibrations up to their highest setting. My knees buckle, but he catches me, his arm a solid band around my waist.

“Cum for me, little flower,” he commands, his voice low and dark in my ear.

I can’t hold back anymore. The orgasm crashes over me like a tidal wave, my body thrashing as I suck in ragged breaths through the mask and gag. My moans are deep, guttural, muffled but unmistakable. I bump into a shelf, sending packages of rice tumbling to the floor, some of them bursting open. Raekon holds me steady, his grip firm as I ride out the waves of pleasure.

The cashier pokes her head around the corner, her eyes wide. “Everything okay?”

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