Page 56 of I Punched an Alien and Now We’re in Couples Therapy

She ran her tongue along the end of my tail. “If I let go of this, are you going to be good?”

My gaze lifted to the heavy mounds of her breasts hidden beneath the white fabric of her shirt. “Remove your top and I’ll consider it.”

“Mmm. I guess you’ve earned that much.” Releasing my tail, her hands took hold of the bottom of her shirt and slowly lifted. I watched, transfixed, as more of the mouthwatering dark skin revealed itself until it was cruelly interrupted by the black satin of her bra.

“That too,” I growled.

One side of her mouth curved upward. “Manners, Your Majesty.”

My wrists strained against her belt. Body singing with need when I imagined tearing off that bra with my teeth. “After what you put me through today, I should be the one making you beg.”

She lifted her shirt fully over her head and tossed it behind her. “Yet here you are. Wrists bound, cock aching as you patiently wait for a taste of this pussy. Now remember your manners, Your Majesty.”

My breath faltered. “Please.”

“Good boy.”

The dark growl that left me could have peeled the paint from the walls.

She laughed.

With a snap, the black fabric fell away, and my gaze locked on to her dark nipples, stiff with arousal, begging to be licked.

She remained poised above me, letting me take all of her in.

Letting me suffer by keeping herself just out of reach.

Letting my mind grow dizzy trying to imagine the taste of her.

Her voice was low and deadly sweet. “Don’t look so distressed, I’ll let His Majesty have a taste.”

I groaned, head rising from the sheets, only for her to deny me again.

“But…” she continued.

“No more buts.” My voice was wrecked. “Sit down or so help me—”

“But,” she interrupted, pinning me in place with a glare, “I want to make sure I enjoy this. Most human men are bad enough at eating pussy, I’m not about to assume a man from a whole other species is going to do it right.”

She leaned down and trailed her finger along the curve of my left horn. It pulsed beneath her touch, and I had to once again fight off the urge to break my bindings. “I’m going to show you just what I want you to do, and you’re going to listen. Understand?”

“Yes,” I rasped.

“Yes, Queen,” she corrected.

My eyes flashed.

“Just tonight,” she said. “Don’t get any ideas on what happens in the morning. Tonight, I want to be a queen that makes her king beg. Can you handle that?”

Her and her damn walls.

“You are my queen in every sense of the word, whether you like it or not. But tonight I will allow your delusions.”

She rolled her eyes. “How magnanimous.” She glided her hand down her body until she reached her cunt. Her fingers slid between wet folds, nearly sending me over the edge when they spread them apart and the wet pink of her was mere inches from my face.

“You see this nub here?” The tip of her index finger gently circled around a swollen bit of flesh. “This is called a clit. When I decide to let you taste me, know this is where I want you. Be gentle, it’s sensitive. I want you to swirl your tongue against it, then suck. You’ll savor me, understand?”

“Gods yes, Queen.”