Page 92 of Kidnapped By the Beast
“I mean this.” Brandt’s big hand slipped between them, cupping her bare pussy. Long fingers spread her outer lips, stroking gently. “Your hot little pussy needs to be filled,” he growled softly, looking into her eyes. “You need to be fucked while you’re being milked, don’t you?”
Lexi’s breath caught in her chest as pleasure shot through her.
“I…I don’t know,” she whispered, too ashamed to admit he was right.
“Yes, you do.” His voice was stern, his golden eyes commanding. “Don’t lie to me, Alexandra. I can feel how wet and hot you are—how hungry your little pussy is to be filled.”
As he spoke, he slid two thick fingers deep inside her, his thumb finding her clit and circling it with maddening precision.
Lexi gasped, her hips bucking.
“Yes, Sir! I need…need to be fucked!” she moaned.
“I know you do,” he growled softly. He kissed her gently on the lips. “Don’t worry, little Lexi. I’m going to take care of you as soon as we get back to the lab,” he promised. “Now get off my lap—it’s time to land.”
Her body trembled as she slid back into her seat, heart pounding, pussy throbbing with need. She tugged her blouse closed with shaking hands, but the memory of his fingers inside her and his mouth on her nipples, lingered hot and heavy in her mind.
She thought of the machines in his lab…of the way Brandt had milked her before with cold glass and humming tubes. She thought of the alien dildo he had used…thrusting deep inside her to make her nectar flow.
It had felt so good, but this time she couldn’t help wishing that he wouldn’t use the toy on her.
This time, she wanted it to be him inside her—fucking her…filling her.
God, she wanted him so badly she ached inside…but she didn’t dare to tell him.
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BRANDT
He had to be careful, Brandt told himself.
Lexi had just been through hell—he knew that. He should be patient and gentle—just let her rest. But the moment he saw her trembling in the shuttle—her breasts swollen and leaking and her pussy grinding helplessly against his cock—his determination to leave her alone had crumbled.
She needed relief. She needed to be Claimed.
And he was the only one who could give her what she needed.
The lab hummed softly as he brought her inside, sterile air tinged with ozone and faint traces of the Bonding Fruit cream he had used in his research. But now the room felt different—as though it was waiting for something.
Brandt turned to her and cupped her cheek. Her green eyes were wide as she looked up at him—cheeks flushed and lips parted as if she already knew what he was going to ask of her.
“I know you just went through a scary experience back at that bar, but I need to get you naked. I need you bare for me, little Lexi,” he said, his voice coming out in a low growl. “I need to be able to touch you and handle every part of your body—from your swollen tits to your soft little pussy. Do you understand?”
Her blush rose higher. She dropped her gaze shyly, then whispered,
“Yes, Sir. I can be naked for you.”
Her soft tone of submission went straight to his cock. That sweet little voice calling him Sir—gods, he fucking loved it! His control wavered, lust rising like a tidal wave inside him.
He stepped closer, fingers brushing her blouse.
“Then let me see you. All of you.”
She started to unfasten the blouse with shaking hands, but Brandt brushed her hand aside. He unbuttoned her slowly, deliberately, letting his knuckles graze her flushed skin as he bared her inch by inch.
Alexandra’s breath hitched, her nipples already pebbling tight through the thin fabric. After her blouse fell to the floor, Brandt slid her skirt down her hips, baring the damp curls of her pussy. She trembled, but she didn’t resist—though she did cross her arms over her breasts.
Brandt shook his head and caught her wrists in his big hands. gently pulling them aside.
