“Shouldn’t we be… contacting your client?” I ask, taking deep breaths to satisfy my pounding heart.
“It can wait. What comes next will be dangerous. Let’s enjoy ourselves while we still can.”
I shiver, wanting to hope he’s exaggerating, but he’s not. We’re opposing powerful people, and in the real world, the underdog usually loses.
“Okay,” I say.
“Disrobe,” he grunts, slapping my ass.
Enough soreness from before lingers to make it sting, but I groan, feeling my juices gather between my legs. Just as quickly as I acquired them, I take off my new clothes and stand at attention.
“Lie down,” he says, opening a drawer full of toys. “Spread your arms and legs.”
Obeying, I get back in bed, biting my lip as I expose my sodden pussy.
Degan takes out four sets of metal shackles and fastens them around my wrists and ankles. He stretches out my limbs until they can’t go any wider, then touches a switch on the shackles that lock the restraints in their physical position. Effectively floating half an inch above the bed, the devices don’t budge at all, no matter how hard I tug at them.
“I’m very proud of you,” he says, taking off his jacket. “Both for your performance yesterday, and for coming for me now. You sought to handle the situation yourself, and you did well. And I wish you’d gotten a chance to bash in Matuv’s face with that vase.”
“Me too,” I laugh.
He takes off his shirt, revealing his stunning Aktaraka physique.
Enjoying the sight of his well-defined, bronze abs, I ask, “So, how are you going to agitate the client?”
“Oh, Keelah. Trust me, you don’t want to know.”
“It’s that bad, huh?”
He climbs onto the bed and kisses me. “Uh huh. It’s so bad I don’t even want to do it. I’d rather do this.”
His lips kiss their way down my neck, finding their way to my nipple, which hardens at his touch. Sucking it softly, he brushes my clit with his finger.
My body already screams for release. I tug at the shackles, feeding off my helplessness. I’m once again at Degan’s mercy, and I can’t imagine wanting to be anywhere else. With his other hand, he massages my other breast, stimulating me more and more by the second.
“Tell me how it felt,” he says, “being on display for the chateau’s lords.”
“It was… amazing. Knowing they all wanted… they were all looking… at me. I loved it… it was like being with you… times a thousand.”
He hums, nibbling at my nipple. “You got off on the humiliation?”
“Yes… so much. I liked… being used. Am I… normal?”
Degan chuckles. “Perfectly,” he replies, slapping my breast.
I yelp at the pain, but stare at him until he does it again. He swats the other, evening out the slight sting.
“Let’s try something new,” he says. “Since you want to be used.”
Climbing off me, he picks up my discarded clothes, finds the panties and wads them up.
“Open your mouth,” he says.
I seal my lips and twist away.
“Keelah, you’re being a bad girl.”
He presses the panties to my mouth, but I shake my head.
“Do you want to be disciplined or do you want to be rewarded?”
My mind races, trying to find an answer that will give me everything I want, but there isn’t one.
“Don’t make me ask again, pet. Open. Your. Mouth.”
His mesmerizing silver eyes stare into mine like they could pry open the gates to my soul. His Aktaraka gaze entrances me. It owns me. I want to be his, if only so I can see those eyes and that gorgeous smile whenever I need. Despite my trepidation, I comply, allowing him to stuff in my panties. Tasting and smelling the faint flavor of my arousal, I strain at my bonds, desperate for relief.
“Don’t spit them out, or I won’t let you come.”
I whimper into the panties, grinding my hips against the bed, sliding on the fabric wet and warm from my arousal. He could demand I do nearly anything right now, and I would obey, so long as he can withhold my release. That’s all I want, and I’ll do anything to get it.
Nodding and mumbling my acquiescence, I watch as he reaches into the drawer and pulls out a short, light chain with two clips at the end. He sits down next to me and sucks on my nipple, leaving it a hardened bud. Then he attaches the clip to my nipple, letting it clamp down on my tender flesh.
I squeal, but don’t let go of the panties. Inhaling sharply through my nose, I wince as the second clamp pinches down. They leave my breasts throbbing, but my pussy clenches, eager to be filled.
Degan slowly slips off his pants, forcing me to watch and wait, marveling at the sight of his bulging thighs. His colossal, alien cock stands up, hard and ready. My chest aches from the clamps, but all I can think about is his hard rod sliding in. However, he starts with his fingers, teasing me—they’re pleasant, each larger than a typical human cock, but insufficient. I’ve grown fond of it, so much that I can’t fathom getting satisfaction from anything less prodigious.
Yet, Degan can do much with his fingers. Probing them inward, he stirs my desire, I groan with wanton need. Making fists and then releasing them, I focus on my breathing and try to be patient. Degan’s going to give me what I need—I just have to go along for the ride until then.
His fingers thrust in a little faster and plunge deeper until I’m nearly in tears. When he stops, I wail in frustration. He tugs at the chain connecting my nipple clamps, eliciting hot sparks from my numbed buds. Shaking my head, I cry, turned on past the point of sanity. His body looms over mine, a slab of inexhaustible energy, ready to claim his prize.
He tugs at the scrap of panties sticking out of my mouth. I bite down hard, keeping them in my mouth—he told me not to let them out, and that’s what I intend to do until he says otherwise.
“Excellent, Keelah. You may come whenever you wish.”
He brushes my hair from my face, then climbs on top of me. Straddling me with his massive frame, he drives his cock into my soaked pussy. Electrified, my body spasms. Pleasure explodes, flooding through me. Degan doesn’t waste any time: he pounds away with all of his supreme power, filling me with the entirety of his otherworldly erection. Every thrust brings a new elation, and within seconds my first orgasm erupts.
Grunting as his incredible alien body pumps, Degan fingers my clit and keeps jerking my nipple clamps. The storm of sensation charges my ecstasy, and another orgasm builds rapidly.
I lose track of each individual peak after the first couple; my mind drifts away, finding a trance of pure bliss outside my body. Degan’s rhythm rises in pace and power, not giving me a moment to recover—by the time he finishes, I don’t want him to stop, but I also can’t take anymore. I’m gasping for air, high on euphoria.
I barely feel him releasing my restraints and removing my nipple clamps. Moaning, I curl into a ball, as if curving my body could prevent the joy within from escaping. Degan sits next to me, rubbing my back until I regain my composure.
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