Page 47 of Tamed By the Alien Warlord
Ilovehow she reacts—helpless, tied, blind with pleasure. Her voice is choked behind the gag, but I know what she’s trying to say. She wants to come.
Not yet.
I tease her rim with the tip of my tongue, then slide lower—just for a moment—licking her clit with one cruel flick, and thenbackto her asshole. She shakes like she might fly apart.
Her body is slick with sweat. Her pussy is so wet I can smell it, taste it on the air. She’s begging with herentire being.
But I’m not done yet.
“No coming,” I growl. “Not until I’m inside you.”
She sobs.
And I smile.
I rise to my feet, unfastening my leathers. My cock emerges heavy and hard, already glistening. The bone spurs twitch as they sense her heat, flexing, ready to tease and torment. I stroke myself once, then twice—slow, controlled. Her body arches at the sound.
“You want this?” I ask.
She nods frantically, gag muffling a desperate moan.
“Say it with your body, pet.”
She pushes back, offering her ass, trembling.
That’s my girl.
I position myself behind her and press the head of my cock against her tight entrance. She’s ready. I’ve teased her to the edge of madness. Sheneedsthis. And so do I.
I push inside.
Her scream is strangled by the gag.
Her ass stretches around me—tight, scorching, perfect. I go slow, watching the way the cords bite into her skin as she writhes beneath me. My cock sinks deeper, spurs shifting gently against her inner walls, designed tostimulate, not harm. She clenches around me, the sensation so intense I groan aloud.
“Fuck,” I snarl. “So tight. So fucking good.”
I grab her hips, clawed fingers digging in as I thrust hard and deep. Her muffled cries grow louder, more frantic, moreneedy.I rock into her, each stroke forcing her forward against the bed, tits swinging beneath her ropes, back arching under the tension.
“You’re going to come for me,” I growl. “You’re going to scream for me. You’re going tobelongto me.”
Her entire body convulses. I feel her start to unravel.
“Who do you belong to?” I demand, voice like thunder.
She tries to say it, gag in her mouth. Tries to scream it.
“Not good enough.”
I pull the gag off roughly.
“Say it.”
“YOU!” she screams. “I belong toyou!”
She shatters.
Her orgasm hits like a nova—violent, guttural, glorious. She screams with it, a raw, primal sound that echoes off the metal walls. I’ve never heard anything more beautiful.
