Page 18 of Her Alien Boss

“Open your mouth,” he says firmly, but gently.

“Huh?” I am almost too innocent to know what he means, but then he reaches out and cups under my chin and helps me open for him. The head of his alien cock slides in between my lips and I taste him for the first time. His skin feels warm and somehow thick, more like hide than skin. There is a flavor almost immediately, hard to completely describe, but warm and rich and dominant. I didn’t think you could taste dominance, but maybe you can.

He holds himself still and lets me explore for long moments. I am fascinated by his form. I want to touch every part of him. My desire is becoming impossible to contain. I reach for his thighs, his torso, the hard planes of muscle of his abdomen, which feel much the same way in terms of thick powerful hide.

Arkon pulls back a little, letting my jaw relax. The moan of complaint I make as he does is primal. I wanted more of him, even though I could barely take him.

“Easy,” he says, keeping me in place with his lower right hand. “Your appetite is impressive, but I fear your desire is a little more intense than your capacity. Here…”

He presents the second cock to my lips, and this one, below the hard rod of the first that is now almost entirely upright against his belly. This one is a fraction smaller, and it fits inside my mouth, giving me the satisfaction of suckling on his alien rod. The more I wrap my lips and tongue around him, the more that erotic flavor seeps across my tongue.

“Gods,” he groans. “You are an incredible little creature. Look at you, so hungry for me.”

The praise in his words is nothing compared to the praise in his voice. He is making me feel like I am being such a good girl, and the feeling of being good for him is so warm I want to chase it all the way to the base of his cock, which I very nearly get to before he growls and pulls me back slowly.

I look up at him with a little smile and am rewarded with a very pleased expression in his nebula eyes.

“Let me explore you,” he growls softly.

And then his hands are on my body, all four of them exploring me at the same time, arranging my limbs the way he wants them, pinning me one way, then turning me the other. There is no escaping his grip, and I am too wet and needy to try.

“I forget I am supposed to be punishing you,” he murmurs.

“Punish me?” I whine the words as my hips gyrate with need. I want to feel his glowing warm fingertips on my pussy again, this time without any fabric between me and him. I want to feel his cocks, both inside me. One after the other.

“I think, for now, punishing you might mean denying you what you want as a needy little virgin.”

“But why?”

He pins me down on my back, one of his hands holding both my hands up over my head. He looks down at me while his other two hands hold my hips still to stop me from grinding. I need so badly to feel his pleasure. I am so turned on. It’s almost impossible to handle.

His right lower hand leaves my hip and moves between my legs, gently stroking my exposed sex. I quieten down immediately, because this is what I wanted, to feel his warm, glowing fingers directly on the most sensitive part of my body.

I let out a sound that contains pure pleasure and joy. I’ve touched myself before, of course. I know how to make myself feel good, but he knows something more. Within a very short time of exploring the tender folds of my sex, the wet entrance, and the excited little nub of my clit, he seems to understand exactly what to do.

He grazes over it lightly, then circles away from it entirely, putting pressure on the mound of my pussy to draw it out more. I still can’t move. He shifts his grip on me a little, one hand containing both wrists, then another resting below my throat, and the third clamping my hip down. I am pinned in place and all I can do is hope that he will keep pleasuring me like I need.

“Uh-uh,” he says gently when I try to shift my hips up more forcefully. “You don’t need to move. You need to take what you are given like the good girl you are.”

His words are almost as hot as the way he is touching me, gliding up and down the length of my slit, circling my heated bud, threatening to tip me into an absolute frenzy, but holding me on the verge of that and everything else. I feel so helpless, so weak, but so completely cared for, all at the exact same time. I have to wonder how he knows to do this.

“Are you going to let me…”

“Come again? Oh, no, pet,” he purrs. “But I am going to see how long you can stay here, like this, absorbing pleasure.”

He lets the warm tips of his fingers touch my clit in a soft circle, just once before gliding away. The hand that was just on my neck moves down to cup and play with my breasts. I feel energy thrumming right down my spine to the core of my being, then tingling out to all my extremities.

He is not going to fuck me. He is not even going to let me come. He is just going to do… this.

I fall asleep still in that haze of unrequited need. I didn’t think I’d be able to rest while I was that wound up, but I must have been more tired than I thought.

I wake up wrapped in two of his arms, unable to move or escape. He wakes up as I stir and gives me a look. “Sleep well?”

I am surprised that I can say yes.

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Arkon