11. Aileen
CHAPTER 11
AILEEN
I shiver, the cool night air kissing my skin, or maybe it's just the anticipation. Varak's lips brush against my neck, his breath hot, sending a thrill down my spine. "You're exquisite, Aileen." His voice is a low rumble, like distant thunder, and I let out a soft gasp.
His hands, strong and confident, begin their descent. They're not the hands of a mere man, but of a Vakutan, a scaled warrior from another world. I can feel the power in them, the restrained strength that could crush me if he wished. But I trust him. With my body, with my heart.
He cups my breasts, kneading them through the fabric of my dress.
"Varak..." His name is a whisper, a plea.
He chuckles, a sound that vibrates through me. "Patience, my little delicacy." His mouth moves to my shoulder, kissing, nipping, driving me wild.
His hand slides lower, trailing fire in its wake. It slips between my thighs, rubbing me through the thin fabric of my G-string. I can feel the heat building, the tension coiling in my core. I'm close, so close. My breath hitches, my body trembles.
"Varak, please..." I'm begging now, desperate for release. But he just smiles against my skin, his fingers never stopping their delicious torment.
His fingers circle and tease, each stroke building the pressure higher. The silk of my panties adds delicious friction as he pinches and rolls my clit between his fingers. My hips buck against his hand, seeking more contact.
"Please, I'm so close..." The blindfold intensifies every sensation, making me hyper-aware of his touch.
The pressure builds and builds until I'm right there, teetering on the edge of bliss. Then his hand stops completely. A whimper escapes my throat at the sudden loss.
"Not yet, little delicacy." His voice rumbles with dark promise. "Before you're allowed to cum, you must face your three punishments. And it's time for the first."
Strong hands grip my waist. The world spins as he lifts me effortlessly from my seat. A squeal escapes my lips at the sudden movement. In one fluid motion, I'm draped across what feels like his lap. The position leaves me vulnerable, exposed.
Without my sight, I can only guess at my exact location. The chair beneath us feels like the one I was in moments ago, but everything's a bit disorienting when you're bent over an alien's knee.
Varak's huge hand caresses my bottom through the thin fabric of my dress. He takes his time, massaging and exploring every curve as if it were a sacred ground. I can feel the heat of his touch, the gentle pressure that sends shivers up my spine. It's more than just a touch; it's a statement, a claim. He finds my body irresistible, sexy, and I'm more than happy to let him explore.
"You're perfect, Aileen," he murmurs. I can't help but give myself over to the pleasure. I'm not just enjoying this; I'm reveling in it. Every stroke of his hand is a spark, igniting a fire that's been simmering all night.
Then, without warning, a sharp sting lands on my backside. I cry out, more from surprise than pain. In fact, it doesn't really hurt. Instead, it feels...good. Really, really good. The kind of good that makes my toes curl and my breath hitch. The kind of good that sends a rush of heat straight to my core.
Varak alternates his touches, one moment spanking, the next caressing the sting away. Each smack is a shockwave, each caress a soothing balm. It's a rich sensory experience, a symphony of pleasure and pain that keeps me teetering on the very edge of an orgasm.
"Varak," I gasp, my voice a desperate plea. I'm not sure what I'm asking for. More? Less? All I know is that I'm a tightly wound coil, ready to snap at any moment.
He leans down, his breath hot against my ear. "Patience, my little delicacy," he whispers, his voice a dark promise. "We're just getting started."
I squirm in his lap, a futile attempt to find some friction, some release. But Varak holds me firm, his strength unyielding. He's in control, and I'm at his mercy. And god help me, I love every second of it.
Varak's hands slide my dress up, cool air kissing my skin as the fabric gathers around my waist. He purrs, a deep rumble that vibrates through me, his fingers tracing the lace waistband of my G-string. I can't help but squirm, moaning as he explores the ribbon of fabric that disappears between my cheeks.
"Hold still," he commands, his hand wrapping around my throat, gentle but firm. My toes curl, legs starting to tremble. I'm so close, teetering on the edge, every nerve ending alight with anticipation.
"Don't cum until I say so," he warns. His fingers slip beneath the thin fabric, brushing against my wetness. I gasp, bucking against his touch, electricity shooting through my veins.
"Varak," I whimper, my voice barely recognizable. "Please..."
His grip on my throat tightens just a fraction, a silent command to stay still. His fingers explore, sliding through my folds, spreading my wetness. I'm aching, throbbing, desperate for release. But he's in control, and I'm at his mercy.
"Not yet, little delicacy," he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. His fingers continue their torment, circling my clit, dipping into my entrance, but never giving me quite enough to push me over the edge.
I'm a panting, trembling mess, my body coiled tight, ready to snap. But I hold back, obeying his command, even as every fiber of my being screams for release. It's a sweet torture, a delicious agony, and I’m in heaven.
"Varak, please," I gasp, my body trembling as he withdraws his fingers, leaving me teetering on the edge of ecstasy. I'm a mess of desire, my breaths coming in ragged pants.
"Patience, Aileen" he says softly. "You have two more punishments to go."
"We're going to be here all night,"I say, shaky with need. The threat of more 'punishments' excites me, even as I wonder what he has in store.
"Your point being?" Varak asks, his tone playful yet firm. Before I can respond, he leans down and bites my ass, not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to send a jolt of pleasure coursing through me. I squeal, more from surprise than pain, and he chuckles, a deep sound that vibrates through me.
In one swift motion, he sweeps all the fine China and place settings off the table with one arm. The clatter of dishes hitting the floor is a distant echo, my focus entirely on him. He lifts me effortlessly, placing me on my back on the now-cleared dinner table. The cool wood against my heated skin is a shock, but it does nothing to dampen the fire burning within me.
I look up at him, my vision still obscured by the blindfold, but I can feel his presence, his power. His hands grip my thighs, spreading them apart. A soft moan escapes my lips.
"Varak," I whisper, my voice barely recognizable. I'm at his mercy, right where I want to be.
Varak's fingers trail along my dress straps, sending shivers down my spine. He takes his time, savoring each inch of exposed skin as the fabric slides down. His touch is electric, making me arch into his hands as they ghost over my breasts, my ribs, my hips.
"Beautiful," he murmurs, his voice deep and gravelly. His fingers unhook my bra with practiced ease, and I gasp as the cool air hits my nipples.
My panties are next, sliding down my legs with torturous slowness. Every brush of his fingers against my thighs makes me tremble. Without sight, each touch is magnified, intense, overwhelming.
"Put your hands behind your head," he commands. His voice brooks no argument.
I comply instantly, my heart racing. The position makes me feel deliciously vulnerable.
"Spread your legs."
Heat floods my cheeks as I obey, knowing I'm completely exposed to his gaze.
"Perfect," he growls. "You're absolutely perfect, Aileen. Every curve, every inch of you is exquisite."
His words make me bold. "You know I'm the best dessert you've ever had," I tease, a smile playing on my lips. "Billionaire alien or not."
"The candles aren't just for ambiance," Varak says, his voice a low purr that makes my skin tingle.
I open my mouth to ask what he means, but my words transform into a gasp as something hot splashes against my belly. The initial shock makes me jerk, but the heat quickly fades to a pleasant warmth that spreads across my skin.
"Hold still," Varak commands. "Keep those hands behind your head."
Another drop lands just below my breast, then another near my hip. Each splash of wax makes me twitch and gasp, my body fighting to stay in position. It's not painful - more like tiny sparks of electricity dancing across my skin.
The next drop lands between my breasts, and I arch my back, a moan escaping my lips. The contrast between the cool air and hot wax is intoxicating. Without my sight, each sensation is heightened, unexpected, thrilling.
More drops fall in a deliberate pattern across my body. Some cool quickly, while others stay warm longer, creating a constellation of sensations that has me writhing on the table. My fingers grip the edge of my head, desperate to maintain the position he demanded.
"This is so hot," I gasp out, my voice breathy and trembling. "In a good way."
Varak kisses me suddenly, his tongue exploring and conquering my mouth. I long to grab his scaled head and pull him into the kiss, but I can't break position without permission. It's frustrating but fun to be in the palm of Varak's hand. His tongue is hot, insistent, and I moan into his mouth.
He pulls back, his golden eyes locked onto mine. I can see the hunger in them, the raw desire that matches my own. Then, with a swift motion, he pulls the blindfold away from my eyes.
My mouth falls open. Varak stands before me, fully naked, with no human disguise remaining. His real body is magnificent, all sinuous catlike muscle under soft, smooth red scales. I can see every ridge, every contour of his powerful form. He's a sight to behold, a warrior from another world, and he's all mine.
My eyes drop to his erect cock, and my eyes widen. Varak's crown has a vague heart-shape to it, and he possesses ridges along his shaft similar to those on his face. He's going to feel totally different than any human man inside of me—totally different and totally amazing.
"Like what you see?" Varak asks.
I lick my lips, my eyes still fixed on his impressive length. "I... yes. You're magnificent, Varak."
He chuckles, a sound that vibrates through me. "I'm glad you approve, little delicacy."
I look up at him, my heart pounding in my chest. "I want to touch you, Varak. Please."
He raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Touch me where, Aileen?"
I blush, but I hold his gaze. "Everywhere, Varak. I want to explore every inch of you."
He considers my request, then nods. "Very well. But remember, you're still under my command. You do only what I allow."
I nod eagerly, my body already aching with anticipation. "Yes, Varak. I understand."
He steps closer, his cock now inches from my face. I can see the ridges more clearly, the way they pulse slightly with his heartbeat. I reach out a tentative hand, looking up at him for permission.
He nods, and I wrap my fingers around his shaft. He's hot to the touch, the scales smooth but the ridges adding a delicious friction. I stroke him slowly, exploring the unique texture of his cock.
Varak groans, his eyes closing briefly. "That feels good, Aileen. Very good."
I smile, feeling a sense of power. I'm pleasing him, giving him pleasure. It's a heady feeling, and I want more. I want to taste him, to feel him inside me. But I know better than to rush things. Varak is in control, and I'm his to command.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
I take Varak's cock in my mouth, my lips stretching to accommodate his unique shape. The ridges along his shaft create a sensation unlike anything I've felt before, a delicious friction that has me moaning around him. I'm not usually this bold, this eager, but Varak brings out a side of me I never knew existed. I want to please him, to make him feel as good as he makes me feel.
Varak groans, his eyes squeezing shut as I work my tongue along his length. His hands tangle in my hair, guiding me, but not forcing. He lets me set the pace, lets me explore. I can feel his body tensing, his breath growing ragged. I think he's close, so close.
But just as I'm preparing to take him all the way, Varak gently pushes me back onto the table. His palms slap onto my inner thighs, spreading me wide. His golden eyes lock onto mine, a hungry, primal look that sends a shiver down my spine.
"I need to be inside you, Aileen," he growls, his voice barely more than a rumble.
I nod, my breath hitching in anticipation. Varak positions himself at my entrance, the head of his cock teasing my folds. Then, with one powerful thrust, he's inside me.
I cry out, my back arching as he fills me completely. His ridges create a sensation that's almost too much, a pleasure so intense it's bordering on pain. But I love it. I crave it. I crave him.
Varak begins to move, his hips pistoning with a raw, animalistic passion. Each thrust sends me closer to the edge. I can feel every ridge, every contour of his cock as he slides in and out. It's intense, overwhelming, and it’s just the best thing ever.
"Varak," I gasp, my fingers clutching at the edge of the table. "Please, I need... I need to come."
He leans down, his forehead pressing against mine. His eyes are wild, his breath ragged. "Come," he commands, his voice a low growl.
And I do. I come hard, my body convulsing around him. Waves of pleasure crash over me, one after the other, each one more intense than the last. I'm screaming his name, my nails digging into his scales. It's too much, too intense. I'm drowning in sensation, lost in a sea of pleasure. And just when I think I can't take anymore, another wave hits, sending me spiraling into the abyss.
I collapse against Varak's chest, my limbs feeling like jelly. His scales are surprisingly smooth against my cheek, and his body radiates a comforting warmth that makes me want to melt into him completely. He wraps his strong arms around me, one hand gently stroking my hair while the other traces lazy patterns on my back.
His touch is so tender, so different from the passionate intensity of moments ago. He places a soft kiss on top of my head, and I try to form words, but my brain isn't quite working yet. The aftershocks of those mind-blowing orgasms still ripple through my body, leaving me capable of nothing more than contented sighs.
The city lights twinkle below us through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and I watch the moon's slow journey across the night sky. Time seems to stand still in Varak's embrace. I've never felt so safe, so cherished. His chest rises and falls steadily beneath me, his heartbeat a soothing rhythm against my ear.
As feeling gradually returns to my extremities and my breathing normalizes, a familiar heat begins to build in my core again. I shift slightly, testing my recovered strength, then roll over to straddle his hips. His golden eyes widen with interest as I grin down at him.
"Hey, tall, scaly, and handsome," I say, running my hands over his ridged chest. "You ready for round two?"
Varak's gentle caress on my cheek makes me shiver. His golden eyes hold such tenderness, even as his lips curve into a wicked smile.
"Oh yes," he purrs, his scaled fingers trailing down my neck. "But we're both going to have to wait."
"Why?" I pout, pushing out my lower lip in an exaggerated way. The afterglow of our lovemaking still tingles through my body, making me feel playful and bold.
"Because," he says, his hand disappearing beneath the table, "you still have one more punishment left for cumming without my permission."
The memory of my earlier disobedience makes me laugh, my head falling back. The sound of my own joy echoes off the glass windows surrounding us. Before I can bring my head forward again, something round and rubber pushes past my lips.
My eyes widen as I realize what it is - a ball gag. Varak secures it behind my head with practiced ease, his movements quick and precise. The smooth rubber fills my mouth, forcing it open, making speech impossible. All I can manage is a muffled "Mmph!"
Varak's strong hands guide me, his necktie binding my wrists snugly behind my back. The cool, smooth silk feels surprisingly secure, yet comfortable. He pushes me gently but firmly, belly-down, over the table. The wood is cool against my bare skin, a stark contrast to the heat building within me.
"We're just going to have to discuss your cumming without my saying so," Varak says. He teases my pussy from behind with the head of his cock, the ridges sending jolts of pleasure through me.
I can't help but smirk into the table, my breath fogging up the polished surface. This is going to be an awfully one-sided conversation. Not that I'm complaining. The ball gag prevents any coherent response, but my body speaks volumes. I squirm slightly, pressing back against him, a silent invitation.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" Varak murmurs, his hand trailing down my spine, leaving a path of fire in its wake. His touch is electric, igniting every nerve ending. "I can feel it, Aileen. Your body doesn't lie."
I nod as best I can, my cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. He's right. I am enjoying this. The sensation of being at his mercy, of him controlling my pleasure, is intoxicating. I'm a mess of desire, my body aching for more.
Varak leans over me, his scaled chest pressing against my back. His breath is hot on my ear, his voice a deep growl. "You came without permission, Aileen. That's not how this works."
I try to respond, to explain the overwhelming pleasure that ripped through me, but all that comes out is a muffled "Mmph!" Varak chuckles, the sound vibrating through me.
"Don't worry, little delicacy," he says, his fingers tracing the curve of my ass. "I'll make sure you understand the rules by the time we're done here."
His cock teases my entrance, the ridges pure ecstasy.. I gasp, my fingers curling into fists behind my back. I want to push back, to take him in, but he holds me firm, his strength unyielding.
"Not yet," he murmurs, his voice a dark promise. "We need to discuss your punishment first."
I whimper, a sound of both frustration and anticipation. This is torture, sweet and delicious torture. And I'm loving every second of it.