Page 44 of Tamed By the Alien Warlord
Then he begins.
His tongue is not human—longer, thicker, textured with ridges that make me gasp when he licks slowly over the curve of my ribs. He traces the stretch marks on my hips, the faint scarsfrom years of living and surviving. His mouth seals over the spot just above my navel, and hesuckles, slow and deep.
I cry out.
The chains rattle as I arch against him, desperate for more, foranything—but I can’t move. Can’t see. Can only feel.
And gods, Ifeeleverything.
He works his way lower, tongue flicking into the crease between my hip and thigh. He avoids my pussy completely, ignoring my growing desperation, my slick heat.
“Please,” I whisper.
He chuckles—dark, rich, terrifying. “Not yet.”
He licks my inner thighs, slow strokes that leave wet trails cooling in the ship’s air. His claws slide up the outsides of my legs, not breaking skin, but close. Close enough to thrill. Close enough tosting.
Then finally—finally—his tongue brushes my pussy.
Iscream.
His mouth closes over my clit, tongue flicking, swirling, sucking. He eats me like a man starved. Like heownsthe taste of me. Every flick of his tongue drives me higher. Every grind of his mouth makes me see stars behind the blindfold.
My orgasm builds fast and furious.
“I—Lanz—I’m gonna?—”
He stops.
I sob.
“Not yet,” he says, voice low. “You don’t come until Isay.”
Then he starts again.
This time slower. More deliberate. He drags the flat of his tongue over my clit, then dips into my pussy, fucking me with it. I choke on a cry. The sensation istoo much. I’m shaking, moaning, begging—but still held open, still blind, still denied.
Again, he brings me to the edge. Again, he pulls back.
Tears spill from beneath the blindfold.
“Please,” I whimper. “Please let me come.”
He chuckles, wicked and warm. “Not yet.”
He does itthree more times.
My whole body trembles. My legs feel like fire. My pussy aches—wet, swollen, pulsing aroundnothing. I’m gasping like I’ve run a marathon.
“Beg,” he says. “Let me hear you break.”
“I’m yours,” I cry. “Please, daddy, please let me come—I’ll do anything, I need it—Ineedyou inside me, please—fuck me?—”
The chains creak.
He rises behind me.
I feel the thick head of his cock brush against my entrance, and Isobin relief. I’d forgotten what words felt like. I’m raw. Shaking.Ready.
