Page 18 of Grumpy Alien Billionaire (Mates of Veritas #2)

CHAPTER 18

LANZ

T he elevator doors slide open as my private limo pulls into the garage. Perfect timing. My heart pounds as I stride toward the sleek black vehicle, already picturing Tyler inside.

"Welcome home, beautiful." I open the door and my breath catches.

Tyler sprawls across the leather seat, chest heaving, skin flushed and glistening. The red lace lingerie I chose clings to her curves. Her eyes flutter open, glazed with pleasure.

"Lanz..." Her voice comes out as a whimper that shoots straight through me.

Something shifts in my chest as I drink in the sight of her - vulnerable, trusting, mine. The realization hits like a physical blow. I love her. The depth of feeling terrifies me more than any battlefield.

"You look perfect." I keep my voice steady despite the emotion threatening to overwhelm me. Now isn't the time to burden her with declarations that could destroy us both.

"I can't get out here..." Tyler tugs at the hem of her negligee. "I'm practically naked."

"This garage connects directly to my private elevator. No one else has access. You're safe with me."

She bites her lip, then reaches for my outstretched hand. I help her from the car, steadying her trembling legs. Unable to resist, I pull her flush against me and capture her mouth in a searing kiss. Her soft moan vibrates through me as she melts into my embrace.

Mine. The possessive thought burns through my blood even as another whispers: And I am hers.

I spin Tyler around, her back pressing against my chest. She gasps, her body tensing for a moment before she relaxes into me.

"What are you doing?" she asks, her voice a mix of curiosity and anticipation.

"Whatever I desire, little Pet," I purr, my lips brushing against her ear. "You still have punishments to serve for cumming without my permission."

She shivers, a soft moan escaping her lips. "Yes, Lanz," she says, her voice trembling with excitement. "Whatever you say."

I reach for the Vakutan Love Harness, the leather cool in my hands. I fasten the padded collar around her neck, the strap descending down her back. Her wrists lock into the cuffs behind her, the harness snug but not uncomfortable. She’s completely at my mercy, and the thought sends a surge of heat through me.

Tyler shifts, her fingers brushing against the front of my trousers. I didn’t tell her to do that, but I’m not about to stop her. Her touch is tentative, exploratory, and it’s driving me wild.

"This is hard while I’m tied up," she laughs, her fingers fumbling with my zipper. "The straps keep getting in the way."

"There’s nothing in the way of your mouth," I say helpfully.

She freezes for a moment, her cheeks flushing a deep red. Then, a sly smile spreads across her face, and she sinks to her knees before me. Her eyes lock with mine as she leans in, her tongue tracing the outline of my growing hardness through the fabric.

I groan, my hands tangling in her hair as she works her magic. She’s eager, her movements growing more confident with each passing second. The warmth of her mouth, the way she looks up at me with those wide, innocent eyes—it’s intoxicating.

"That’s it, Pet," I murmur, my voice rough with desire. "Show me how much you want to please me."

She doesn’t need to be told twice. Her tongue flicks against me, teasing and tantalizing, until I’m hard as a rock. The sight of her, bound and kneeling, her mouth working me over, is almost too much to bear.

I tighten my grip in her hair, guiding her movements, and she moans around me, the sound vibrating through my core. She’s perfect, completely and utterly perfect. And she’s mine.

Her mouth is a revelation—warm, wet, and so damn eager. I thread my fingers through her hair, guiding her rhythm as she takes me deeper, her tongue swirling in ways that make my knees weak. Who knew the shy, blushing girl I first met could turn into this? A goddess of pleasure, unashamed and utterly intoxicating. I’m the luckiest man alive, and I don’t care if that sounds like some sappy romance novel line. It’s the truth.

“That’s it, Pet,” I growl, my voice rough with need. “You’re perfect. Absolutely perfect.”

She hums around me, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure up my spine. I’m so close, teetering on the edge, when she suddenly pulls back, her lips leaving me with a soft pop . I blink down at her, stunned.

“What the hell, Tyler?” I demand, my voice a mix of frustration and disbelief.

She grins up at me, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. “It’s a little trick I learned from you,” she says, her tone dripping with mischief. “Stopping right before I orgasm.”

I burst out laughing, the sound echoing through the garage. “You’re a menace,” I say, shaking my head. “A beautiful, brilliant menace.”

Her grin widens, and she tilts her head, feigning innocence. “Oh, am I?”

“You are, and you’re about to learn what happens when you tease me.”

I step back, leaving her kneeling on the floor, and move to the trunk of the limo. Inside, I’ve got a collection of toys that would make even the most experienced submissive blush. I pull out a ball gag, the centerpiece a real diamond that glints in the dim light, and a sleek black collar with a matching leash.

“Open,” I command, holding the gag in front of her.

She hesitates for a moment, her eyes flicking to the gag, then back to me. “Lanz…” she starts.

“You wanted to play, Pet. Now you’re going to learn the rules.”

She opens her mouth, and I slide the gag in, securing it behind her head. Her eyes widen as I fasten the collar around her neck, the leather cool against her skin. I attach the leash and give it a gentle tug.

“Up,” I say, and she rises to her feet, her body swaying slightly. I lead her toward the private elevator, her bound hands brushing against my arm. She leans into me, her breasts pressing against my side.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” I ask, my voice teasing.

She nods, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and I chuckle. “Good. Because we’re just getting started.”

The elevator doors slide open, and I guide her inside, her body pressed against mine. She rubs her breasts against my arm, her movements deliberate and teasing. I groan, my resolve wavering for just a moment.

“You’re going to be the death of me, Pet,” I mutter, pulling her closer.

Tyler’s gaze is filled with a mix of innocence and desire, and I know I’m completely, utterly lost.

The elevator doors close, and I can’t hold back any longer. I spin Tyler around, her bound body pressed against the wall, her back arching as I yank her hips toward me. Her pussy is already wet, ready, and I’m throbbing, desperate to be inside her. I don’t care about the punishment I was supposed to give her. I don’t care about the game. All I care about is her.

I shove my cock into her with a growl, her tight heat enveloping me in a way that makes my knees weak. She gasps around the ball gag, her eyes wide for a moment before they narrow with that sly, knowing look. She knew exactly what she was doing when she teased me. She knew I’d break. And damn it, she’s right.

“You’re a menace,” I growl, my hands gripping her hips as I thrust into her, hard and deep. “A beautiful, brilliant menace.”

She moans, the sound muffled by the gag, but her eyes are laughing at me. She’s won this round, and she knows it. But as I feel her clench around me, her body trembling with pleasure, I can’t help but feel like I’ve won too. She’s mine. Completely, utterly mine.

I slam into her again and again, the sound of our bodies colliding echoing in the small space. Her bound hands brush against my arm, her fingers curling as if she’s trying to touch me, to hold me. I lean down, my lips brushing against her ear.

“You’re perfect,” I whisper, my voice rough with need. “Absolutely perfect.”

Her moans grow louder, her body tightening around me as she gets closer. I can feel it too, the pressure building, the heat coiling in my gut. I’m so close, so damn close.

“Tyler,” I groan, my thrusts becoming erratic. “I love you.”

I freeze, my heart pounding in my chest. But then she’s coming, her body convulsing around me, and I’m right there with her, spilling inside her with a growl that’s half pleasure, half relief.

I pull the gag from her mouth, my hands trembling as I undo the harness. She gasps for air, her chest heaving, and then she’s kissing me, her lips soft and desperate against mine.

“I love you too,” she whispers between panting breaths, her hands tangling in my hair. “I love you, Lanz.”

I kiss her back, my heart swelling with something I can’t quite name. She’s mine. And I’m hers. Completely, utterly hers.