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CHAPTER 15
VICKI
" T his one?" I twirl in the black silk dress that barely covers my ass. The fabric whispers against my thighs.
"Perhaps." Rocky's purple eyes darken. His gaze travels up my legs, lingering.
I bend down to adjust the strappy heel, making sure he gets a peek of my lace panties. The saleswoman busies herself with reorganizing a rack of dresses, pretending not to notice.
"The neckline could be lower." I run my fingers along the edge of the fabric.
"Try the red one." His voice carries that commanding edge that makes my knees weak.
I grab the scarlet dress and sashay toward the changing room, adding an extra swing to my hips. The mirror reflects his hungry stare following me.
The silk slides cool against my skin as I change. This one's even shorter, with a plunging neckline that leaves little to imagination.
"What do you think?" I step out, giving him my best bedroom eyes.
His nostrils flare. The muscle in his jaw ticks.
I pretend to drop my clutch, bending slowly to retrieve it. When I straighten, his hand closes around my arm. Heat radiates through his fingers into my skin.
"Inside. Now." He practically growls the words, steering me toward the changing room.
The door clicks shut behind us. My heart pounds against my ribs as he crowds me against the mirror.
"You're playing with fire, little one."
The changing room is small, but Rokkon’s presence fills it, his heat radiating against me. He pulls me further into the corner, his hand still clamped over my mouth. His breath is hot on my neck, his voice low and thick with need.
"That little black dress," he growls, his lips brushing my ear. "You’ve been teasing me since the moment you stepped into it."
I muffle a laugh against his palm, my hips arching as his other hand slides over my ass. His fingers snake between my legs, stroking me through the thin silk of my panties. Every touch sends sparks through my body, and I moan too loudly.
"You think this is funny?" he whispers, his tone darkening. "You’ve been flashing those pretty thighs, bending over just enough to give me a glimpse. You knew exactly what you were doing."
I nod, unable to speak with his hand still covering my mouth. His fingers press harder, circling my clit in slow, deliberate motions. My knees wobble, and I grab onto his arm for support.
"Good girl," he murmurs. "You wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted me to lose control, to take you right here where anyone could hear."
Another nod, my breath hitching as his fingers slip beneath the waistband of my panties. He tears them off with a single, sharp motion, and I gasp at the sudden exposure. Before I can protest, he shoves the panties into my mouth, the fabric muffling any sound I might make.
"Silence," he commands, tying a silk stocking around my head to hold the makeshift gag in place. His hands move to my wrists, binding them behind my back with another pair of stockings. The strands dig into my skin just enough to remind me of my helplessness, and I shiver with anticipation.
Rokkon sinks to his knees, his broad shoulders framing my thighs. His tongue flicks out, teasing me with soft, languid strokes. I whimper, my hips bucking involuntarily as he deepens the pressure. His hands grip my ass, holding me in place as he devours me, his tongue exploring every inch of my pussy with a precision that leaves me trembling.
The sensations overwhelm me, my legs shaking so badly I’m not sure how much longer I can stand. Rokkon growls against me, his hands moving to my hips to steady me. His tongue plunges deeper, his lips sealing around my clit as he sucks hard. My vision blurs, and I bite down on the panties in my mouth to stifle a scream.
"Look at me," he orders, pulling away just enough to meet my gaze. His purple eyes burn with intensity, and I can’t look away. His tongue returns to my clit, flicking it rapidly as his fingers slide inside me. The combination sends me spiraling, my body clenching around his fingers as I come undone.
Rokkon doesn’t stop, drawing out my orgasm until I’m a trembling mess, my knees buckling beneath me. He catches me before I fall, his arms wrapping around me as he kisses my neck.
His hand grips the back of my neck, and suddenly my face is shoved against his crotch. The heat of him radiates through the fabric of his dress pants, the hardness beneath it pressing insistently against my lips. I can’t help but breathe him in—the faint musk of his alien skin, mixed with the sharp tang of his arousal.
"See what you’ve done to me?" His voice is a low growl, vibrating through my body like a shockwave. His grip tightens, keeping me in place as I struggle to process the sheer intensity of the moment. "What are you going to do about it?"
I manage to fumble my bound hands around, the silk stockings cutting into my wrists as I reach for the waistband of his pants. My fingers tremble as I undo his fly, and then I’m pulling his cock free. It’s hot and heavy in my hand, the ridges of his alien shaft pressing against my palm. I nuzzle my gagged face against it, the silken feel of his skin against my cheek.
"Oh no, sweet one," he murmurs, his voice dripping with dark amusement. He grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back so I’m forced to look up at him. His purple eyes burn with desire. "Only your—that is, my —magnificent pussy will do."
The way he claims me sends a jolt of electricity straight to my core, and I cum instantly, my body shuddering against him. My muffled moans escape past the panties stuffed in my mouth, and Rokkon clamps a hand over my lips to silence me further. His grip is firm, unyielding, and it only makes me wetter.
There’s a knock on the dressing room door, and the saleswoman’s voice cuts through the haze of pleasure. "Is everything all right in there?"
Rokkon pulls the gag from my mouth, his lips curling into a smirk as I try to steady my breathing. "I’m fine," I manage, my voice trembling and breathless. "I just… I stumbled and fell. I’m okay."
"Do you need me to come in and assist you?" Her tone is polite but tinged with concern.
"No, no, I’m just fine," I say through clenched teeth, biting back a moan as Rokkon’s mouth finds my breasts, his tongue teasing my nipple through the thin fabric of the dress. His teeth graze the sensitive skin, and I have to squirm to avoid crying out. "I’ll call if I need you."
"Okay," she replies, though she still sounds skeptical. Her footsteps retreat, and Rokkon shoves the panties back into my mouth, tying the gag even tighter this time. The fabric presses down on my tongue, and I whimper.
He spins me around, shoving my face against the cool mirror of the dressing room wall. His body presses against my back, and I feel the heat of him, the raw power radiating from every inch of his alien form. His hands grip my hips, and then he’s inside me in one swift, brutal thrust, filling me completely.
I cry out against the gag, my body trembling as he takes me, his movements rough and unrelenting. My bound hands press against the mirror, and I can see my reflection—wild-eyed, flushed, completely at his mercy. Rokkon leans over me, his breath hot against my ear.
"You’re mine," he growls, his voice rough with possession. "Every inch of you."
Rokkon’s thrusts are relentless, each one driving deeper into me, stealing my breath and my thoughts. I’m pinned between his body and the dressing room wall, my bound hands pressing against the cool mirror, my reflection a blur of flushed skin and wide, wild eyes. The muffled sounds I make are swallowed by the panties stuffed in my mouth, but they only seem to egg him on.
"You’re mine," he growls again, his voice rough with ownership, and I feel it, down to my very soul. The jalshagar bond pulses between us, amplifying every sensation until I’m trembling on the edge of another orgasm. My hips grind back against his, meeting him thrust for thrust, and the friction is almost too much to bear.
"I’m—" I try to say through the gag, but Rokkon’s hand clamps over my mouth, silencing me. He can feel it coming, just as I can feel the way his cock throbs inside me. We’re so close, so?—
We cum together, his release hot and flooding as it fills me, and mine crashing over me in waves that leave me gasping and shaking. My legs buckle, and if not for the hand fisted in my hair, I’d collapse. He holds me up effortlessly, his breath ragged against my neck.
"Coast is clear," he murmurs, peeking out the dressing room door. I squeal behind the gag as he drags me out, my body still limp and trembling from the intensity of our shared climax. The store is quiet, but I’m hyper-aware of every sound, every possibility of being caught.
He doesn’t let go of my hair, guiding me with a firm hand toward a secluded stairwell. The door clicks shut behind us, and I shiver at the sudden isolation.
"Up," he commands, delivering a sharp smack to my ass that makes me yelp. I obey, scrambling up the steps as he spanks me with each one, the sting only adding to the heady mix of pleasure and submission. My problems, my past—it all fades away, swallowed by the sheer intensity of this moment, of him .
At the top of the stairs, we emerge onto a small gallery overlooking the store. People are shopping just ten feet below us, completely unaware of what’s happening above. Rokkon bends me over the railing, his hands gripping my hips possessively.
"Relax," he murmurs, and I feel the slickness of his arousal as he presses against my ass. I whimper behind the gag, but I don’t resist. I want this, want him, want the daring audacity of it all.
He eases into me slowly, his alien cock stretching me in a way that’s both foreign and exhilarating. My body adjusts, and soon he’s thrusting, each movement careful but deliberate. The new sensation sends sparks through me, and I’m cumming again, my body clenching around him as he fills me completely.
Rokkon’s breathing intensifies, and I feel the moment he loses control, his rhythm faltering as he spills into me. His grip on my hips tightens, holding me in place as we ride out the waves of pleasure together.
"The best part of shopping," he muses, his voice low and teasing. I giggle, the sound muffled by the gag, and he unties it, letting it fall to the floor. "You’re perfect," he says, helping me stand as he pulls me into a kiss that’s tender despite the ferocity of what we just did.
I lean into him, my body still quivering, but my heart and soul are alight. "Let’s see if they have a matching set," I whisper, and his laugh rumbles through me like a promise.
I’m still giggling like an idiot, my legs wobbling as Rokkon steers me back toward the fitting room area. My new little black dress clings to me, the silk whispering against my skin with every step. Rokkon’s arm is around my waist, his grip possessive but steady, like he’s afraid I might float away if he lets go. He’s laughing too, his deep, rumbling chuckle vibrating against my side.
“I think we broke the mirror,” I whisper, glancing up at him with a grin.
He smirks, his purple eyes gleaming. “Worth it.”
The saleswoman is waiting for us, her expression a mix of professional politeness and thinly veiled curiosity. Rokkon doesn’t miss a beat. He pulls out a wad of cash—way more than necessary—and hands it over without a word.
“For the mirror,” he says, his tone casual, like he’s tipping for a cup of coffee.
Her eyes widen as she counts the bills, but she doesn’t argue. “Thank you, sir.”
“And she’ll be wearing this out,” he adds, nodding at me.
I blush, but I don’t argue either. The way he says it—like it’s already decided—makes my body quake.
We head toward the exit, my arm looped through his, and that’s when I feel it. The silk stocking. Still around my neck, like some twisted accessory. My hand flies to it, fingers scrambling to untie it, but Rokkon’s voice stops me.
“Leave it.”
I freeze, my face burning. “But?—”
“Leave it,” he repeats, his tone brooking no argument.
I swallow hard, my fingers trembling as I lower my hand. My cheeks are on fire, but I obey. The thought of walking out like this, with everyone staring, makes my stomach churn. But Rokkon’s grip on my arm is firm, grounding me, and I trust him.
The second we’re outside, the limo pulls up. Rokkon opens the door and practically drags me inside. The door barely shuts before he’s on me, his lips crashing into mine. His hands are everywhere, tearing at the hem of my dress as I struggle to keep up.
“Wait—wait!” I manage to gasp, pushing him back just enough to squirm out of the dress. “Don’t ruin it!”
He growls in frustration but lets me slip the dress off, tossing it onto the opposite seat. Then he’s on me again, his hands tangling in my hair as he kisses me like he’s starving.
“Rokkon,” I breathe, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze. His purple eyes are dark with need.
“What do you think you’re doing, little one?” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing.
I don’t answer. Instead, I slide down the seat, my knees hitting the limo floor as I reach for his belt. His breath catches as I undo it, my fingers fumbling with the zipper.
“Eager, are we?” he asks, his tone dripping with amusement.
“Shut up,” I mutter, pulling his pants down just enough to free his cock. My hands wrap around the base, the ridges of his alien shaft sending a jolt of excitement through me.
He groans as I take him into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the heart-shaped crown. His hand tangles in my hair, guiding me as I work him, my head bobbing with a fervor that surprises even me.
“Fuck, Vicki,” he growls, his hips bucking involuntarily.
I glance up at him, my lips wrapped around him, and the look on his face—pure, unbridled pleasure—makes me melt.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice rough.
I hum in response, the vibration making him curse under his breath. My hands slide up his thighs as I take him deeper, my throat relaxing as I swallow him whole.
He doesn’t last long. With a roar, he spills into my mouth, his fingers tightening in my hair as his body jerks. I swallow every drop, the taste of him—sweet and tangy—filling my senses.
When I pull back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, he’s staring at me like I’m the only thing in the world.
“You’re incredible,” he says, his voice hoarse.
I smile, my heart racing as I climb back onto the seat beside him. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
He laughs, pulling me into his arms as the limo speeds through the city, the world outside a blur.