19. Aileen
CHAPTER 19
AILEEN
M y heels clack against the marble floor as I stride down the penthouse hallway. The Michael Kors bag swings at my side, still that new leather smell I can't get enough of. A month of living here and I still can't believe this is my life now.
"Honey, I'm home!" The words echo through the empty space.
Dad thinks it's hilarious that my "clone" works harder than I ever did. Last week he actually gave Faker an Employee of the Month plaque. The irony of an alien shapeshifter winning awards at a family pizza joint isn't lost on me.
The sunset paints the living room in shades of amber through the floor-to-ceiling windows. No sign of my favorite red-scaled boyfriend.
A cream-colored paper sits folded on the dining table, my name written in Varak's precise handwriting. The same handwriting that used to sign those astronomical checks when he tried to buy Papa's place.
I pick up the note, running my finger along the edge of the expensive stationery. The paper feels thick, important. Like something you'd use to propose...
My heart skips a beat.
"Varak?" I call out again, just to be sure. The penthouse stays silent except for the soft hum of the climate control.
I unfold the note, my fingers trembling less when I see Varak's familiar flowing script instead of something dire.
"My little delicacy..." The words make my chest warm. Trust my alien boyfriend to use 'lunar cycle' instead of month.
Paris flashes through my mind - the way he flew us there just because I mentioned wanting a real croissant. The Northern Lights in Iceland when I said I'd never seen them. That insane weekend in Dubai where he rented an entire water park just for us.
But the next line makes my breath catch for a different reason.
"There is another note waiting for you in the bedroom. Follow the instructions EXACTLY. This will be a decidedly X-rated anniversary date."
Heat floods my cheeks. The paper crinkles in my grip as memories of blindfolds and candle wax dance through my mind.
My heels already point toward the bedroom before I finish reading. That commanding tone in his writing sends shivers down my spine. The same tone that makes me melt when he whispers "simmer, little delicacy" in my ear.
I bite my lip, remembering what happened last time I disobeyed his instructions. The delicious sting of his hand, the way he made me beg...
The bedroom door has never looked more inviting.
Rose petals scatter as I push open the bedroom door. The scent hits me first - fresh flowers mixed with my favorite jasmine perfume. A woven basket sits in the center of our king-sized bed, surrounded by a perfect heart of red petals.
My fingers trace the edge of another cream-colored note nestled among bottles of my favorite French shampoo and that ridiculously expensive lotion I mentioned loving last week.
The paper trembles in my hands as I unfold it. Four numbered instructions stare back at me, each one making my pulse race faster than the last.
Take off all clothing.
Use the toys as intended.
Insert Bluetooth earpiece.
Text when ready.
My clothes hit the floor before I finish re-reading the list. The cool air raises goosebumps across my skin as I dig through the basket's contents. Past the fancy toiletries, underneath a layer of decorative grass, my fingers brush against something smooth and definitely not innocent.
"Oh you naughty alien," I whisper, pulling out the first toy. Then the second. And a third. Each one more intriguing than the last. A sleek chrome earpiece sits at the very bottom, gleaming in the late afternoon sun.
My phone chimes with a text: "Found everything yet, little delicacy?"
Heat floods my cheeks. He's watching somehow. Of course he is. That thought only makes my hands shake more as I reach for the first toy.
I pick up the first toy, a pink vibrating nipple clamp. I wince as it pinches my skin, but the sensation quickly morphs into pleasure. I gasp, my body already responding eagerly. I attach the second clamp, and suddenly, they both buzz to life. I clutch my breasts, a moan escaping my lips as the intense sensation courses through me. Just as quickly, the vibrations stop, leaving me panting.
My phone chimes with a text from Varak: "Ready for the next one, little delicacy?"
I look at the third toy, a sleek, high-tech vibrator. I bite my lower lip, anticipation coursing through me. I know it will slide in easily; I can feel the wetness between my thighs. I pick it up, my heart pounding with excitement.
"Almost," I text back, my fingers trembling slightly as I prepare to insert the vibrator. My body is ready, eager for whatever comes next.
I glide the vibrator inside of myself, the cool silicone a stark contrast to my heat. Once it's in place, it hums to life for a split second, sending a jolt of pleasure through me that nearly buckles my knees.
My phone rings, Varak's name flashing on the screen. I answer, putting it on speaker as instructed.
"Aileen," his voice fills the room, commanding and smooth. "Put on the stockings and garter belt. And the heels. You'll wear nothing else but an overcoat."
I sit on the edge of the bed, the vibrator still inside me, dormant for now. I pick up the sheer thigh-high stockings, rolling them up my legs one at a time. The silky material feels decadent against my skin.
"Am I going somewhere?" I ask, clipping the stockings to the garter belt. The heels are next, black and strappy, wrapping around my ankles.
"Yes," Varak says, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You're coming..."
Suddenly, all three vibrators spring to life—the nipple clamps, the one inside me, and a third I hadn't even noticed, pressed against my clit. The sensation is overwhelming, and I flop back onto the bed, writhing in ecstasy.
"...to meet me," he finishes, but I can barely hear him over the sound of my own moans. I can't respond, can't even think straight as waves of pleasure crash over me. I'm too busy cumming my brains out, lost in the intensity of the moment.
The vibrators abruptly shut off, leaving me gasping on the bed. My body tingles from head to toe, nerves still sparking with residual pleasure. I blink rapidly, grounding myself back into reality. The note from Varak lies crumpled beside me, and I remember his command.
"Meet me in the lobby bar."
I slide off the bed, my legs wobbly but compliant. The overcoat is sleek and black, falling to mid-thigh. I slip it on, the cool fabric a stark contrast to my heated skin. A quick glance in the mirror reveals flushed cheeks and bright eyes. I look... alive.
The elevator doors slide open as I approach, revealing a handful of other passengers. I step inside, the mirrored walls reflecting my not-so-innocent secret. Nobody can tell, I reassure myself, but each gaze that meets mine sends a fresh wave of heat to my face.
As the elevator begins its descent, a sudden hum resonates through my body. The vibrators. I clench my jaw, turning my face towards the wall. My hand finds its way to my mouth, teeth sinking into flesh to stifle the moan threatening to escape.
The hum intensifies, and I struggle to maintain composure. Each floor the elevator passes is a battle against the building pressure. The other passengers are blissfully unaware, engrossed in their own worlds, while I'm teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
Just as I think I can't hold back any longer, the vibrations cease. The elevator dings, announcing our arrival at the first floor. I exhale sharply, my reflection showing wide eyes and parted lips. I step out, my legs shaky but determined.
The lobby bar is dimly lit, unlike the bright elevator. My eyes adjust quickly, scanning the room until they land on Varak. He's seated at a corner table, his disguise impeccable as always. But I see past it—I see the golden eyes, the red scales, the alien warrior who has claimed my heart.
His gaze locks onto mine, a smirk on his lips. He knows exactly what he's done to me, and he's reveling in it. I take a deep breath, steeling myself for whatever comes next. This is just the beginning, after all. With Varak, it always is.
Varak pulls out my chair for me when I arrive at the table, ever the gentleman despite his alien roots. Before I can even thank him, he leans in, kissing me hard. His tongue claims my mouth, exploring with a hunger that has me feeling dizzy with heat. I melt into him, my hands gripping the lapels of his suit jacket.
Suddenly, the vibrators hum to life. I moan deeply into his mouth, my body responding eagerly to the stimulation. Varak's kiss becomes more insistent, swallowing my moans as if they were his to claim.
He pulls away just as the waiter approaches our table, leaving me breathless and flushed. The vibrators continue their relentless teasing, and I struggle to maintain a neutral expression. The waiter, a young man with a polite smile, hands us our menus.
"Good evening, what can I get for you tonight?" he asks, oblivious to the storm raging inside me.
I open my mouth to speak, but Varak beats me to it. "The lady will have the chef's special," he says, his gaze dancing with mischief. The vibrations intensify, and I grip the edge of the table, knuckles turning white.
"And for you, sir?" the waiter asks, turning to Varak.
"The same," Varak replies, his voice steady despite the wicked game he's playing.
The waiter nods and leaves, taking our menus with him. The moment he's out of earshot, I grab my napkin and stuff it into my mouth, stifling the groan that threatens to escape. The orgasm hits me like a freight train, waves of pleasure crashing over me. I pound my fist against my stocking-clad thigh, the sensation of silk against skin grounding me as I ride out the storm.
Varak watches me. I glare at him, even as I crave more.
As the last of the tremors fade, I pull the napkin from my mouth, my breath coming in ragged gasps. Varak's smile softens, and he reaches across the table to take my hand, his thumb tracing circles on my palm. The gesture is surprisingly tender, icing on the cake of intense pleasure he just subjected me to.
But that's Varak for you. Always full of surprises.
"Are you enjoying your evening, my sweet?" Varak asks, playfully.
"Yes," I say, trying to keep my voice steady. "You're a prick, but yes."
Varak laughs. He leans in, his voice low and husky. "I can always scale things up. Imagine trying to sing karaoke while I have my little toy buzzing inside of you..."
His hand disappears under the table, and I tense up, knowing what's coming. The vibe turns back on, and I try to keep my composure. A groan escapes my lips, soft but audible.
Varak watches me, a smug smile on his lips..The vibrations intensify, and I can feel the orgasm building inside me. I'm close, so close. But just as I'm about to tumble over the edge, Varak turns it off. I let out a frustrated sigh, my body tense with unfulfilled desire.
"You're evil," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.
Varak chuckles, his eyes never leaving mine. "You love it," he says, his voice filled with confidence. And the truth is, I do. I love every infuriating, exhilarating moment of it.
"I'm going to be careful, Aileen," Varak challenges. "You won't come again until we get back home. If you can."
I squirm in my seat, the vibrators humming to life as if punctuating his statement.
"That's not fair," I manage to say.
Varak chuckles deep in his chest.
"Life isn't fair, my sweet. But this is a challenge. Can you handle it?"
This is a game we both enjoy playing, and he knows it.
"Bring it on," I say, my voice steadier than I feel.
Throughout dinner, Varak keeps his word. The vibrators turn on at random, and it’s all I can do to show no sigh of the pleasure rippling through my body. I grip my fork tighter, trying to focus on the food. But every time I'm about to explode, he turns them off, leaving me panting and desperate.
By the time dessert arrives, I'm a mess. My body is taut with unfulfilled desire, every nerve ending sparking with need.
I stab my fork into the tiramisu, my hand trembling slightly.
"You're evil," I whisper.
Varak chuckles, his eyes never leaving mine. "You love it," he says, his voice filled with confidence. And the truth is, I do. I love every infuriating, exhilarating moment of it.
As we leave the lobby and head upstairs, I'm desperate. I need release, and I need it now. The moment the elevator doors close, I grab hold of Varak, my hands gripping his lapels. I try to kiss him, to rub against him, anything to ease this ache.
Varak's hands grip my wrists, his golden eyes boring into mine. "I see you need extreme discipline, little delicacy," he says in a hungry growl.
Before I can respond, he steals my breath with an intense kiss. His tongue claims my mouth, exploring with a hunger that gives me goosebumps. I melt into him, my body pressing against his. The vibrators hum to life again, but this time, I don't care. I'm lost in his kiss, lost in the feel of his body against mine.
The penthouse door slams open, and before I can even blink, Varak's hands are on me, ripping the coat from my body. His mouth finds my neck, kissing and sucking, sending shivers down my spine. He trails kisses lower, capturing my breasts, his tongue flicking over the vibrating clamps. The sensation is electric, a jolt of pleasure that makes my knees weak.
"Varak," I gasp, my hands grasping at his shoulders for support. The vibrations hum through me, amplified by his touch. It's too much, yet not enough. I need more. I reach for him, my hand finding the hard length of his cock through his trousers.
Suddenly, the human disguise flickers and disappears, revealing the true alien warrior beneath. His golden eyes blaze with intensity as he grabs my wrist, his grip firm but not painful.
"Did I say you could touch me yet?" he demands, sending a thrill of excitement through me. I meet his gaze, my breath coming in ragged gasps. "No," I admit, my voice barely a whisper. But my hand doesn't move, my fingers still wrapped around him, feeling the heat of his arousal.
He leans in, his lips brushing against my ear. "Then why are you touching me, little delicacy?" His voice is a husky whisper, a challenge that makes my heart race.
I tilt my head, exposing more of my neck to him. "Because I want to," I say, my voice steady despite the tremors running through my body. This is our dance, our game of give and take. And I'm not ready to concede just yet.
His grip on my wrist tightens, and he pulls my hand away from his body. "Not yet," he says, his voice firm. "You'll touch me when I say you can."
The vibrations intensify, a pulsing rhythm that matches the pounding of my heart. I moan, my body arching into his. "Varak," I plead, my voice a breathless whisper. "Please."
He smiles, a wicked curve of his lips that promises so much more.
"Soon, my sweet. But first, you need to learn some patience."
His mouth captures mine, his tongue claiming me in a deep, passionate kiss. The vibrations continue their relentless teasing, and I melt into him.
The belt from my overcoat cinches tight around my wrists, binding them securely behind my back. Varak's hands are firm yet gentle as he guides me into a chair, swiftly tying my legs to it. I laugh, a mix of anticipation and curiosity bubbling up inside me. "So, what kind of punishment am I in for this time?"
Varak stands behind me, his presence a tangible heat at my back. He leans over, placing his compad in front of my face. A holographic display flickers to life, and I blink, taking in the scene. It's us—a vivid, 3D recording of Varak and me, our bodies entwined in a passionate dance.
My breath hitches as I watch myself on the hologram, bent over, Varak's powerful form behind me. The vibrators return to torment me. The sight of us together, combined with the intense sensations coursing through my body, pushes me to the brink. I can feel the orgasm building, my body tensing with anticipation.
Just as I'm about to tumble over the edge, Varak turns off the vibrators. The sudden absence of stimulation is like a bucket of cold water, leaving me panting and desperate. "I hate you," I say, but there's no real heat behind it. It's a playful protest, a part of our game.
Varak leans down, his lips brushing against my neck. His teeth graze my skin, sending shivers down my spine. He bites my shoulder, not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to drive me wild. My body screams for release, every nerve ending sparking with need.
"Varak," I whisper, my voice a mix of plea and demand. I can feel his smile against my skin, a wicked curve that promises so much more. This is our dance, our game of give and take.
Varak unties the bindings around my legs, but leaves my wrists securely fastened behind my back. Before I can even blink, he lifts me into the air as if I weigh nothing. A laugh escapes my lips, a mix of surprise and delight. I've never felt so light, so free. He sets me down gently on his lap, facing him. His golden eyes gleam with a challenge, and I can't help but smirk back.
"Alright, little delicacy," he says. "Let's see you get on my cock."
I wiggle my eyebrows, accepting the challenge. "You're on, big guy."
With my hands tied behind my back, I wriggle and shift, trying to maneuver myself into position. It's not easy, but the struggle is part of the fun. Varak watches me, a smug smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He knows I can do it, and he's enjoying the show.
I manage to lift myself up, balancing on my knees on either side of his thighs. I can feel the heat of his cock, throbbing and eager, just beneath me. I bite my lower lip, concentrating as I try to lower myself onto him. It's a tricky balancing act, but I'm determined.
Varak's hands grip my hips, steadying me. His touch is firm, guiding but not controlling. He lifts me just enough to make the angle right, and then I'm sliding down onto him, inch by delicious inch. The sensation is electric, a jolt of pleasure that makes me gasp.
"There you go," Varak murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "You're doing so well, my sweet."
I let out a shaky breath, my body adjusting to the feel of him inside me. It's intense, overwhelming, and I love every second of it. I meet his gaze, a triumphant smile on my lips. I did it. I took his challenge and I won.
I bounce up and down on Varak's lap, my breath hitching with each thrust. Pleasure builds, crests, and crashes over me in relentless waves. I cry out, my body convulsing as I cum again and again. Varak's grip on my hips tightens, his golden eyes locked onto mine. He thrusts up, meeting my descent, and with a guttural groan, he comes inside me, filling me with his hot seed.
Exhausted, I collapse against his chest, panting. Varak's powerful arms wrap around me, holding me close. He stands, lifting me effortlessly, and carries me to the bedroom. He lays me down on the bed, untying the belt from my wrists. I stretch out, feeling satisfied.
Varak climbs onto the bed, his golden eyes gleaming with desire. He grabs a handful of my hair, using it as leverage as he takes me from behind. Our bodies move in perfect sync, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. I moan, my fingers gripping the sheets as he drives into me, his pace increasing.
We move together, our bodies united in a search for perfect synchronicity and sheer ecstasy. And we find it. I scream his name as I cum again, my body shuddering with the intensity of my orgasm. Varak thrusts deep one last time, his own release echoing through him.
We collapse onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat. Varak pulls me into his arms, his heart pounding against my back. I feel safe, content, and utterly loved.
"I love you, Aileen," he murmurs.
I smile, snuggling closer to him. "I love you, too."
He kisses the top of my head, his arms tightening around me. "I have a surprise for you," he says. "We're taking a trip to Tokyo next week."
I turn in his arms, my eyes wide with excitement. "Really? That sounds amazing!"
He grins, eyes full of happiness. "And I have a surprise for you," I say, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness.
He raises an eyebrow, a playful smirk on his lips. "Oh, really? And what might that be?"
I take a deep breath, my smile widening.
"I'm pregnant."